Post by Lin on Sept 12, 2012 19:19:32 GMT -6
[Ojan, Mikiru]
[ Rather a rude and indigested mass:
A lifeless lump, unfashion'd, and unfram'd,
Of jarring seeds; and justly Chaos nam'd.
No sun was lighted up, the world to view;
No moon did yet her blunted horns renew:
Nor yet was Earth suspended in the sky,
Nor pois'd, did on her own foundations lye:
Nor seas about the shores their arms had thrown;
But earth, and air, and water, were in one.
Thus air was void of light, and earth unstable,
And water's dark abyss unnavigable. ]
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: To see everything coming to nothing.
Nick Name: Miki, usually attached with some sort of hyper girly and teenage suffix.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Hair: Easily reaching past her calves when loose, her hair is a tangled mess of bone white so curly that pieces of it fall and muss themselves from any style they're placed in within only a few hours. To combat this, she's known to change the style several times a day, almost to an obsessive compulsive level. The ends naturally fade into a deep pitch, and her bangs are kept long enough to hang into her eyes if left alone, though they are generally clipped to the right side with a mismatched collection of clips and bobby pins. Occasionally, she manages to get it all braided and pinned up to shove beneath a wig of some sort, as the naturally near colorless state of her hair has always bothered her.
Face & Eyes:With healthy, soft and well taken care of mocha skin, a heart shaped face and feminine, elegant features Mikiru has often been described as looking much more composed and mature than she really is - the kind of elegance that gets her second glances, that trains people to expect a princess instead of the cluttered pauper she actually acts the part of. Her nose is a regal, slender line placed over plush, smiling lips that are eternally glossed and paired with wide almond eyes fringed in a thick, icy lace of her lashes. The irises underneath them are perhaps the most striking thing about her face at first glance, however - the left a rich carrot orange (#ed9121) and the right a pale orchid (#e29cd2).
Body Type: Standing at a whopping 5'3", Miki is shaped like a slightly crushed hour glass - narrow of waist, with medium breasts and shapely hips and a rump to match. Her posture is ever shifting, as those around her find that she is constantly moving in some way - from subtle shifting of her weight to outright rocking back and forth on her feet in boredom.
Clothing Style: To be completely honest, generally it looks like Mikiru dresses herself in the dark out of the largest closet in the world. She seems to be particularly fond of the layered and cluttered Decora fashion of the late 90’s - often trying to emulate what she’s seen in pictures and old television shows. These ensembles span every spectrum of color and clothing type, t-shirts and grungy plaid skirts and stockings to lolita skirts and panniers, put together in a careful way to make them look like a stroke of luck had made everything pull together in an aesthetically appealing way.
[ Don’t Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: Upon first impressions, people come away from Miki calling her things like "air headed" and "random". It doesn't take much to see why - with the attention span of a gnat on acid, the girl is constantly flitting from place to place, conversation topic to topic at the slightest bit of stimuli. It takes almost physical force and threat to keep her interested in topics she deems boring - and she deems most everything boring within a few seconds of it, leaving those around her blinking in confusion and their heads spinning as she brushes past them and onto something more interesting. She means well, for the most part, but is just more focused on keeping the world around her full of activity instead of letting it stagnate on one thing for too long.
To be honest, however, this surface appearance is little more than a ruse, used to project forth an appearance of innocence and harmless stupidity, to keep the people she deals with guessing and to pass off the possibility that she is more than a strange girl. Beneath it, Miki sits a shrewd, intelligent woman - carefully calculating each word she lets slip, each avoidance, each place she finds herself in, each person she interacts with. Stubborn to a fault and dedicated to her ideals, she comes off almost as an old woman, or a sheltered princess - raised to expect things, to follow through with them, and to correct them if they don't meet what she needs of them. She will have them stumble into what she wants them to do, no matter how long it takes.
That isn't to say she views the people around her as pawns, or dislikes most of them in any way. Quite the contrary, really, as she finds herself growing overly attached to those around her, wanting to avoid hurting them if they give her to option to. It's because of this that she became so determined to turn the wheel of fate in a different direction - to save the most important of the people she'd grown fond of from suffering, and the remaining people of the universe from bearing witness to another massacre over a scuffle of power that had little to do with them.
Strengths:
- Dedicated.
- Able to make herself appear much less a threat than she is in reality.
- Merciful.
- Intelligent.
Weaknesses:
- Easily distracted.
- Set in her ways.
- Soft hearted.
- Technophobe and something of a Luddite.
Dreams: To bring the fun and clutter of Decora fashion back, as well as to become a model for one of the more cutting edge fashion houses in Tokyo.
Fears: Mikiru is a total hemophobe -- she has an almost physical revulsion to blood. The mention of it makes her queasy and the sight or smell of it makes her head spin and need to leave the room very quickly lest she start hyperventilating.
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
Born into the hustle and bustle of Shibuya, the sole daughter of software developer Ojan Shouichi and his makeup artist wife, Risa, was far from lacking in anything as she grew up. She was always the child with the most toys, the most cutting edge clothes, who attended the best private schools from the time she was in kindergarten.
Even as a child, she realized how much better she seemed to have it than some of her peers and would often times go out of her way to share her wealth with her friends and classmates through whatever means she could. This giving personality earned her many friends (shallow and otherwise), and by the time she was a second year in elementary school she was easily one of the most popular students in her grade.
As she grew, however, it tended to attract the wrong sort of friends -- those that expected her to give them whatever they desired at the drop of a hat, those that used her to try to wheedle into the modelling world through a connection with her mother until finally Mikiru ceased sharing anything with anyone at all at the end of her second year of middle school. Her final year of middle school were fraught with aversion of all but mandatory social events, of her ceasing abruptly in inviting people out and to her home, of her denying these invitations herself. She dropped out of the fashion club she had loved so dearly when she joined it as a first year, and gradually began to recede into herself.
Her worried parents took notice, and after much discussion and fret finally decided to pick up and move out of Shibuya entirely for the remainder of their daughter's education. They relocated to Shinagawa, far enough from their former ward and close enough to their jobs, and Mikiru enrolled into the local Yashio High.
Her first year was rough -- the faculty convinced that her hair was bleached, her eyes cosmetic contacts, due to her mother's career. But it was a refreshing change to endure. No one spoke a word to her trying to convince her to give them things, no one knew to be entitled -- and in her own fumblingly cautious way she eventually formed a circle of friends there. It was overall pleasant, to the point that when her parents suggested they move back after her graduation she balked.
Shibuya was fine for shopping with new friends, fine for visiting, but it was no longer home. She had no desire to see anyone there ever again, and no desire to attend classes with them when she moved on into college. After a tense argument that spanned her final months of school, finally her parents came to a compromise -- they would fund an apartment for her near to her school of choice, She eagerly accepted, and before long was accepted and enrolled into the Osaki Campus of Rissho University, aiming to study psychology as a back up to an aspiring modeling career.
She moved into her apartment the day before her eighteenth birthday, so nervous that she could barely sleep.
When she did finally manage, however, her dreams were plagued with blurred images of carnage, fear, and terror. She awoke with an unfamiliar name on her lips, bathed in a cold sweat and face wet with tears.
[ Sailor Luna ]
[ Don’t Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power:Chaos.
Alignment: Herself, first and foremost, though she feels obligated to follow the other Shades and their misguided goals.
Colors: #fbeedb Aged cream, #d2e6fe Blue sugar, #eccae5 Petal pink, #d6d6d6 Moon metal.
Symbol: A down-turned crescent.
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description:
• Tiara – Luna's tiara is formed of four slender chains of moon metal 'pearls' that meet just above the bridge of her nose, supporting a slender piece of opal carved into a down-turned crescent. Her hair is left loose and free beneath it.
• Earrings – Two tiny chains of 'pearls' similar to her tiara, each supporting a crescent shaped sliver of opal.
• Choker – A double-wrapped string of tiny silvery pearls, the lower strand dipping down to rest against her collar bone. From its center hangs a flat silver medallion, the upper portion of it featuring a cut out in the crescent shape of her symbol.
• Collar – Extending down to cover her shoulder blades and meeting in front beneath the dip of her clavicle, Luna's collar is made of a delicate, almost wispy, scallop-edged material that is nearly transparent in even the faintest of lights. From the front it fades from blue to pink, the ends of it seeming to dissolve into the air.
• Gloves – In the place of gloves, Luna's forearms are covered from wrist nearly to elbow in a motley collection of bangles, from pearl strings similar to her tiara to thick, plastic-looking things in any of her other main colors.
• Bodice – The base of the bodice is cream satin body suit, cutting high over her hips and hugging her chest like a corset. It dips down low in the back, nearly touching to the start of her over sized bow, and the front features an oval cutout over her cleavage. The material is stiff and boned, ringed in more decorative silver pearls.
• Belt – Formed of more silver pearls, her belt hangs at an angle over her hips, and appears too light to support even her fragile looking skirt. The back meet in a large, rotund silver pearl that's nested in a gigantic, translucent cream colored bow, the legs of which gently spiraling down and fading from cream to blue to pink. These ribbon tails end at about mid calf.
• Skirt – Hanging from her belt at an angle, her skirt is a piece of flowing, ever moving transparent fabric that fades from blue to pink at the scalloped edges.
• Shoes – In place of any real shoes, Luna's footwear is comprised of a pair of twisting ribbons wrapped around her legs, starting at mid thigh and winding their way down, gradually growing tighter and closer together as they reach her feet. They are cream, with hints of pink and blue fabric mixed in; and made of a denser, rougher material than the satin prominent in the rest of her uniform. Over the left ankle she wears a silver 'pearl' anklet, from which dangles another crescent piece of opal.
Image.
Weapon: Bastiatiote Divae (Kiss (of) the Goddesses) - The Divae is essentially an oversized meteor hammer, consisting of a six foot silver chain connecting a pair of heavy metal spheres - each roughly the diameter of a basketball. The left is a bright silver, nearly glowing in even the slightest of lights, and tinkles softly as if filled with bells. It's twin, on the other hand, is a heavy black iron sphere that seems to suck in the light around it. It is, as it looks to be, incredibly hard to control but surprisingly lightweight.
Initium Omnis(To Start All)
Promitta Vacilla (To Promise to Fall into Confusion)
Prima Caliga (The First Darkness)
Inritus (Void)
Battle Style:Primarily, she is much more adept at range martial combat than hand-to-hand, and as such tends to keep distance between herself and her target unless completely necessary, her attacks aiming more to disable her opponents.
Warrior Personality: Surprisingly, despite the nature of her sphere of influence, Luna is amazingly controlled in battle - focused on her goals and the various means to obtain them. She's ruthless - but not haughty, never overconfident, carefully detached and calculating. That isn't to say she's entirely merciless - given the choice, she would much rather simply detain hindrances instead of completely destroying them. The sight of blood still makes her sick, and she would much rather end conflict without bloodshed.
Luna and Mikiru seem to act like separate entities, neither remembering anything that has transpired to the other -- though this may be a clever ruse on both of their parts.
Passive Abilities:
-Perhaps one of Luna's most dangerous abilities is that within a certain sphere of her presence, almost nothing can act predictably. For a near meter radius around her, anything with a set behavior falls into disorder - crossing signals showing images they aren't programmed to, animals behaving as different animals, the natural order turning itself onto its head - everything except those with sailor crystals to protect them from its effects, though sometimes the weaker crystals fall prey if they're unaware of what's happening to them.
- Perhaps not so much of an ability, but Luna's 'aura' both transformed and not exerts a sort of ancient pressure. As Luna it's almost tangible in the air around her, standing beside her feels like being brushed by something terrible and old. Additionally, were one to attempt to scry for her or 'look' the area she was in would be blanketed by a writhing mass of black shapes -- limbs, tendrils, mouths, eyes, thrown together in an eternally shifting pool that blacks out the auras of every other living thing in a few miles radius when she's transformed.
Thankfully, it's incredibly subtle as Mikiru, like the beginnings of a storm in the air around her, and much more localized. It's still incredibly difficult to pin point where the girl is -- though not covered in a solid mass, her presence still 'fogs' most distant scrying attempts with a smaller ghost of the soldier's aura.
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
Originally a peaceful, gentle soul, Nihilia had dedicated herself to the protection of the universe - and the woman that she had fallen for, fellow Senshi Gaea.
Though she was awake during the conflict, she forced herself to stay silent and watch for the majority of the war, taking in more and more of the negativity and blood that her people were spilling until finally, it broke her and forced her to emerge. As such, Luna was the last of the Shades to participate - finally appearing during the final conflict of the Silver Millennium, little more than a machine bent on the destruction of everything in her path, murmuring only one name over and over and over again.
Because of this, she tore through whatever came across her path -- foe, supposed ally, innocent, plant, construct, until she was finally felled. In her last moments, however, she regained part of herself -- at least, enough to realize and be sickened by what she had become.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Lin
Player Age: 22
Contact Information: RingofThorns@gmail.com
Aim: Syntheticxcasty
Skype: Linhime
[ Rather a rude and indigested mass:
A lifeless lump, unfashion'd, and unfram'd,
Of jarring seeds; and justly Chaos nam'd.
No sun was lighted up, the world to view;
No moon did yet her blunted horns renew:
Nor yet was Earth suspended in the sky,
Nor pois'd, did on her own foundations lye:
Nor seas about the shores their arms had thrown;
But earth, and air, and water, were in one.
Thus air was void of light, and earth unstable,
And water's dark abyss unnavigable. ]
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: To see everything coming to nothing.
Nick Name: Miki, usually attached with some sort of hyper girly and teenage suffix.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Hair: Easily reaching past her calves when loose, her hair is a tangled mess of bone white so curly that pieces of it fall and muss themselves from any style they're placed in within only a few hours. To combat this, she's known to change the style several times a day, almost to an obsessive compulsive level. The ends naturally fade into a deep pitch, and her bangs are kept long enough to hang into her eyes if left alone, though they are generally clipped to the right side with a mismatched collection of clips and bobby pins. Occasionally, she manages to get it all braided and pinned up to shove beneath a wig of some sort, as the naturally near colorless state of her hair has always bothered her.
Face & Eyes:With healthy, soft and well taken care of mocha skin, a heart shaped face and feminine, elegant features Mikiru has often been described as looking much more composed and mature than she really is - the kind of elegance that gets her second glances, that trains people to expect a princess instead of the cluttered pauper she actually acts the part of. Her nose is a regal, slender line placed over plush, smiling lips that are eternally glossed and paired with wide almond eyes fringed in a thick, icy lace of her lashes. The irises underneath them are perhaps the most striking thing about her face at first glance, however - the left a rich carrot orange (#ed9121) and the right a pale orchid (#e29cd2).
Body Type: Standing at a whopping 5'3", Miki is shaped like a slightly crushed hour glass - narrow of waist, with medium breasts and shapely hips and a rump to match. Her posture is ever shifting, as those around her find that she is constantly moving in some way - from subtle shifting of her weight to outright rocking back and forth on her feet in boredom.
Clothing Style: To be completely honest, generally it looks like Mikiru dresses herself in the dark out of the largest closet in the world. She seems to be particularly fond of the layered and cluttered Decora fashion of the late 90’s - often trying to emulate what she’s seen in pictures and old television shows. These ensembles span every spectrum of color and clothing type, t-shirts and grungy plaid skirts and stockings to lolita skirts and panniers, put together in a careful way to make them look like a stroke of luck had made everything pull together in an aesthetically appealing way.
[ Don’t Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: Upon first impressions, people come away from Miki calling her things like "air headed" and "random". It doesn't take much to see why - with the attention span of a gnat on acid, the girl is constantly flitting from place to place, conversation topic to topic at the slightest bit of stimuli. It takes almost physical force and threat to keep her interested in topics she deems boring - and she deems most everything boring within a few seconds of it, leaving those around her blinking in confusion and their heads spinning as she brushes past them and onto something more interesting. She means well, for the most part, but is just more focused on keeping the world around her full of activity instead of letting it stagnate on one thing for too long.
To be honest, however, this surface appearance is little more than a ruse, used to project forth an appearance of innocence and harmless stupidity, to keep the people she deals with guessing and to pass off the possibility that she is more than a strange girl. Beneath it, Miki sits a shrewd, intelligent woman - carefully calculating each word she lets slip, each avoidance, each place she finds herself in, each person she interacts with. Stubborn to a fault and dedicated to her ideals, she comes off almost as an old woman, or a sheltered princess - raised to expect things, to follow through with them, and to correct them if they don't meet what she needs of them. She will have them stumble into what she wants them to do, no matter how long it takes.
That isn't to say she views the people around her as pawns, or dislikes most of them in any way. Quite the contrary, really, as she finds herself growing overly attached to those around her, wanting to avoid hurting them if they give her to option to. It's because of this that she became so determined to turn the wheel of fate in a different direction - to save the most important of the people she'd grown fond of from suffering, and the remaining people of the universe from bearing witness to another massacre over a scuffle of power that had little to do with them.
Strengths:
- Dedicated.
- Able to make herself appear much less a threat than she is in reality.
- Merciful.
- Intelligent.
Weaknesses:
- Easily distracted.
- Set in her ways.
- Soft hearted.
- Technophobe and something of a Luddite.
Dreams: To bring the fun and clutter of Decora fashion back, as well as to become a model for one of the more cutting edge fashion houses in Tokyo.
Fears: Mikiru is a total hemophobe -- she has an almost physical revulsion to blood. The mention of it makes her queasy and the sight or smell of it makes her head spin and need to leave the room very quickly lest she start hyperventilating.
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
Born into the hustle and bustle of Shibuya, the sole daughter of software developer Ojan Shouichi and his makeup artist wife, Risa, was far from lacking in anything as she grew up. She was always the child with the most toys, the most cutting edge clothes, who attended the best private schools from the time she was in kindergarten.
Even as a child, she realized how much better she seemed to have it than some of her peers and would often times go out of her way to share her wealth with her friends and classmates through whatever means she could. This giving personality earned her many friends (shallow and otherwise), and by the time she was a second year in elementary school she was easily one of the most popular students in her grade.
As she grew, however, it tended to attract the wrong sort of friends -- those that expected her to give them whatever they desired at the drop of a hat, those that used her to try to wheedle into the modelling world through a connection with her mother until finally Mikiru ceased sharing anything with anyone at all at the end of her second year of middle school. Her final year of middle school were fraught with aversion of all but mandatory social events, of her ceasing abruptly in inviting people out and to her home, of her denying these invitations herself. She dropped out of the fashion club she had loved so dearly when she joined it as a first year, and gradually began to recede into herself.
Her worried parents took notice, and after much discussion and fret finally decided to pick up and move out of Shibuya entirely for the remainder of their daughter's education. They relocated to Shinagawa, far enough from their former ward and close enough to their jobs, and Mikiru enrolled into the local Yashio High.
Her first year was rough -- the faculty convinced that her hair was bleached, her eyes cosmetic contacts, due to her mother's career. But it was a refreshing change to endure. No one spoke a word to her trying to convince her to give them things, no one knew to be entitled -- and in her own fumblingly cautious way she eventually formed a circle of friends there. It was overall pleasant, to the point that when her parents suggested they move back after her graduation she balked.
Shibuya was fine for shopping with new friends, fine for visiting, but it was no longer home. She had no desire to see anyone there ever again, and no desire to attend classes with them when she moved on into college. After a tense argument that spanned her final months of school, finally her parents came to a compromise -- they would fund an apartment for her near to her school of choice, She eagerly accepted, and before long was accepted and enrolled into the Osaki Campus of Rissho University, aiming to study psychology as a back up to an aspiring modeling career.
She moved into her apartment the day before her eighteenth birthday, so nervous that she could barely sleep.
When she did finally manage, however, her dreams were plagued with blurred images of carnage, fear, and terror. She awoke with an unfamiliar name on her lips, bathed in a cold sweat and face wet with tears.
[ Sailor Luna ]
[ Don’t Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power:Chaos.
Alignment: Herself, first and foremost, though she feels obligated to follow the other Shades and their misguided goals.
Colors: #fbeedb Aged cream, #d2e6fe Blue sugar, #eccae5 Petal pink, #d6d6d6 Moon metal.
Symbol: A down-turned crescent.
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description:
• Tiara – Luna's tiara is formed of four slender chains of moon metal 'pearls' that meet just above the bridge of her nose, supporting a slender piece of opal carved into a down-turned crescent. Her hair is left loose and free beneath it.
• Earrings – Two tiny chains of 'pearls' similar to her tiara, each supporting a crescent shaped sliver of opal.
• Choker – A double-wrapped string of tiny silvery pearls, the lower strand dipping down to rest against her collar bone. From its center hangs a flat silver medallion, the upper portion of it featuring a cut out in the crescent shape of her symbol.
• Collar – Extending down to cover her shoulder blades and meeting in front beneath the dip of her clavicle, Luna's collar is made of a delicate, almost wispy, scallop-edged material that is nearly transparent in even the faintest of lights. From the front it fades from blue to pink, the ends of it seeming to dissolve into the air.
• Gloves – In the place of gloves, Luna's forearms are covered from wrist nearly to elbow in a motley collection of bangles, from pearl strings similar to her tiara to thick, plastic-looking things in any of her other main colors.
• Bodice – The base of the bodice is cream satin body suit, cutting high over her hips and hugging her chest like a corset. It dips down low in the back, nearly touching to the start of her over sized bow, and the front features an oval cutout over her cleavage. The material is stiff and boned, ringed in more decorative silver pearls.
• Belt – Formed of more silver pearls, her belt hangs at an angle over her hips, and appears too light to support even her fragile looking skirt. The back meet in a large, rotund silver pearl that's nested in a gigantic, translucent cream colored bow, the legs of which gently spiraling down and fading from cream to blue to pink. These ribbon tails end at about mid calf.
• Skirt – Hanging from her belt at an angle, her skirt is a piece of flowing, ever moving transparent fabric that fades from blue to pink at the scalloped edges.
• Shoes – In place of any real shoes, Luna's footwear is comprised of a pair of twisting ribbons wrapped around her legs, starting at mid thigh and winding their way down, gradually growing tighter and closer together as they reach her feet. They are cream, with hints of pink and blue fabric mixed in; and made of a denser, rougher material than the satin prominent in the rest of her uniform. Over the left ankle she wears a silver 'pearl' anklet, from which dangles another crescent piece of opal.
Image.
Weapon: Bastiatiote Divae (Kiss (of) the Goddesses) - The Divae is essentially an oversized meteor hammer, consisting of a six foot silver chain connecting a pair of heavy metal spheres - each roughly the diameter of a basketball. The left is a bright silver, nearly glowing in even the slightest of lights, and tinkles softly as if filled with bells. It's twin, on the other hand, is a heavy black iron sphere that seems to suck in the light around it. It is, as it looks to be, incredibly hard to control but surprisingly lightweight.
Initium Omnis(To Start All)
- Sequence: Standing stiff and straight, her legs braced and her hands hovering, palms flat at the level of her hips. Luna breathes in deeply, head tipping back with a soft whisper of "Initium." As a faint glow, cycling through the pink and blue of her fuku, encircles them; her hands lift and turn slowly so her palms are facing upwards and arms extending to either side of herself before she slams them forward to meet, jewelry crashing together with a shout of "Omnis!"
- Effect: This attack generates a blade of blue or pink energy that travels outwards up to two feet, which hurts quite a bit to be in contact with but disappears very quickly. As Luna's only physically damaging attack,
Promitta Vacilla (To Promise to Fall into Confusion)
- Sequence: Luna pulls a bracelet from her wrist, spinning it on one finger until it's a blur of color. She turns her attention onto the intended target, head tipping to one side as she speaks- "Me promittunt cades tu." (Promise me you will fall.) - before she flicks her hand, sending the bangle flying towards its target - closing around their wrist immediately upon contact.
- Effect: This attack, essentially, leaves its target susceptible to the whims of chance and fate for as long as they continue to wear Luna's bangle. This can be a very good thing - attacks taking less energy, luck having it so that it hits in a critical spot, or a normally weak attack becoming much stronger, or a very bad thing - the mind focusing on petty arguments with a team mate, finishing moves turning into light stings, attacks becoming incredibly draining. The bangle itself can be easily pulled free by another person, but generally takes a good deal of focus to pull off of oneself. It will also fade with the rest of Luna's uniform when she dehenshins.
On top of this, the bangle can rather easily be dodged if the target moves quickly, and has no real preference for targets - if it hits someone who happened to move into the line of fire, the effects fall to them. ..This, unfortunately, includes living things that aren't senshi.
Prima Caliga (The First Darkness)
- Sequence: Lifting her cupped hands to her mouth, Luna blows into them as if cold, her eyes sliding to half mast and lips curling into an almost fond smile before whispering, the word "Prima" falling from her lips as if someone had dropped a stone into a still pool - sending out ripples of power around her. A cloud of black mist grows from where she'd breathed into her hands, shifting and twisting slowly, reflecting a rainbow of colors at its core - like an oil spill turned into gas. Finally, she flings her hands up and over her head, parting them to release the cloud with a shout of "Caliga!" A dome of energy shrouds a set area around Luna in a fog of nigh impenetrable blackness - sucking in the light around it and letting none escape. Within it, however, it is surprisingly bright - though everything has an unreal, desaturated appearance, as if it had drained color in the place of light. At the center of it still stands Luna as if frozen, color drained from her entirely except for her eyes - which glow with the oil slick shades of the initial energy.
- Effect: This attack is, essentially, an active, more powerful version of one of her passive abilities - albeit a much more tangible, visible version. First and foremost, all normal behaviors of things that fall within this attack are thrown to random probability - be they inverted or intensified, the targets changing without warning, or the effects completely changing, becoming nearly impossible to predict. This applies to living creatures, machines, inorganic materials, and - most notably - other Senshi's powers and abilities. The distance covered by this attack, depends entirely on how much energy Luna has remaining. If, for example, it is the first thing she does after completing her henshin, it can spread over a distance of five meters around her, though if it is a last moment effort it will only extend perhaps half a meter. The duration also depends on this - lasting anywhere from thirty seconds to a full seven minutes, though it seems to last longer the smaller the area of her focus is.
Inritus (Void)
- Sequence: She stands, stock still with her hands poised in front of her chest, fingers interlaced and eyes closed. A small smile graces her lips before they part into words, murmuring and humming beneath her breath. As she does so, a ball of energy forms beneath her hands, slowly encompassing them and growing as she continues to mumble -- the blinding light encompassing her form, the song growing in volume and echoing from the core, sweet and joined by echoes of other voices.
And then, abruptly, the song cuts off -- and the light goes pitch black, smoky tendrils reaching out to slither against ankles and brush over legs, arms, faces. It spreads, like smoke, until it reveals Luna standing behind her intended target, the arms and tentacles of her aura supporting her in the air and her fingers splayed around a dim blue ball of light. Her eyes are half open, encompassed by blackness that flickers and dances with hints of a rainbow of colors, and still smiling gently, comfortingly as she whispers:
"Ego absorbebit te totum, (I'll swallow you whole)" and crushes the sphere of energy between her hands, the monstrous blackness surging back around the pair and obscuring them from sight. - Effect: The victim wrapped within this sphere of energy is subject to one very painful removal of their henshined state, which is then crystallized into a pearl of their primary color. Luna is also dehenshined, and immediately after collapses into a small heap on the ground. Those effected generally feel like they were hit by a bus for a good day or so after, as does Luna herself, as this particular attack not only takes a very long time to cast and build up to, but drains her of energy near entirely.
It is, however, very difficult to avoid -- as Luna can appear anywhere within the half mile or so radius of the main body of her 'aura'.
The pearl itself can be picked up by anyone, as it literally forms just between where Luna and her target stood. As long as it's reclaimed by its proper owner, it will be reabsorbed into their body (and starseed) within two day's time. If not, however, it will remain as a heavy pearl until reunited with the proper owner.
***Game Notes: IF this ever comes into use, or you want it to be used as a plot device in later chapters please contact me so we can work something out. This will never be used in game without extensive planning on the involved parties' parts.***
Battle Style:Primarily, she is much more adept at range martial combat than hand-to-hand, and as such tends to keep distance between herself and her target unless completely necessary, her attacks aiming more to disable her opponents.
Warrior Personality: Surprisingly, despite the nature of her sphere of influence, Luna is amazingly controlled in battle - focused on her goals and the various means to obtain them. She's ruthless - but not haughty, never overconfident, carefully detached and calculating. That isn't to say she's entirely merciless - given the choice, she would much rather simply detain hindrances instead of completely destroying them. The sight of blood still makes her sick, and she would much rather end conflict without bloodshed.
Luna and Mikiru seem to act like separate entities, neither remembering anything that has transpired to the other -- though this may be a clever ruse on both of their parts.
Passive Abilities:
-Perhaps one of Luna's most dangerous abilities is that within a certain sphere of her presence, almost nothing can act predictably. For a near meter radius around her, anything with a set behavior falls into disorder - crossing signals showing images they aren't programmed to, animals behaving as different animals, the natural order turning itself onto its head - everything except those with sailor crystals to protect them from its effects, though sometimes the weaker crystals fall prey if they're unaware of what's happening to them.
- Perhaps not so much of an ability, but Luna's 'aura' both transformed and not exerts a sort of ancient pressure. As Luna it's almost tangible in the air around her, standing beside her feels like being brushed by something terrible and old. Additionally, were one to attempt to scry for her or 'look' the area she was in would be blanketed by a writhing mass of black shapes -- limbs, tendrils, mouths, eyes, thrown together in an eternally shifting pool that blacks out the auras of every other living thing in a few miles radius when she's transformed.
Thankfully, it's incredibly subtle as Mikiru, like the beginnings of a storm in the air around her, and much more localized. It's still incredibly difficult to pin point where the girl is -- though not covered in a solid mass, her presence still 'fogs' most distant scrying attempts with a smaller ghost of the soldier's aura.
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
Originally a peaceful, gentle soul, Nihilia had dedicated herself to the protection of the universe - and the woman that she had fallen for, fellow Senshi Gaea.
Though she was awake during the conflict, she forced herself to stay silent and watch for the majority of the war, taking in more and more of the negativity and blood that her people were spilling until finally, it broke her and forced her to emerge. As such, Luna was the last of the Shades to participate - finally appearing during the final conflict of the Silver Millennium, little more than a machine bent on the destruction of everything in her path, murmuring only one name over and over and over again.
Because of this, she tore through whatever came across her path -- foe, supposed ally, innocent, plant, construct, until she was finally felled. In her last moments, however, she regained part of herself -- at least, enough to realize and be sickened by what she had become.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Lin
Player Age: 22
Contact Information: RingofThorns@gmail.com
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