Post by echidna on Mar 15, 2011 5:30:20 GMT -5
Cbox Name: Enkashi
Nicknames: Nemo~ Enkashi~ etc
Main Account: The Broodmother, I should think
Who else do you play?: The broodmother and Deadlock
How did you find us?: Been here a while <3
Category: Original
Name: Emile
Alias: Lucast
Age: 19
Ranking: Neutral (But she will gladly help out if she can: She'd fail fail to think twice about running headlong into a burning building, jump into a flood, or tackle a pedestrian out of traffic to save somebody's life.)
Physical Appearance: Lucast's powers allow her to decide how she looks on a whim, but her shape of most comfort is that of a blue-gray fox girl - ranging from a mostly human body with perky fox ears and a long, bushy tail (which she fusses over until it shines like silk), to a full-blown anthropomorphic fox. It is a matter of personality, really - she feels all wrong unless she is in that kind of shape. Its just... one of those things. Regardless, she has a head of vibrant sky blue hair that grows straight and long to her hips, often with braids that hang down beside her cheeks and down her back, mostly allowed to flow free (another matter of preference, its her favorite color, of course!)
It isn't that she tries to flaunt her body, but a lot of clothing is not good for a polymorphic metahuman - thus, Lucast's common choice of clothing is easily removed, amounting to a tank top or tee (often with a cute or funny motif plus a second hand blue trenchcoat with a variety of patches and a fake white fur lining, as long as it isn't hot), comfortable, baggy jeans (or shorts, depending), and a blue backpack bearing skull-and-crossbones motifs. She eschews shoes for hindpaws - saves a heckuva lot of money, and they really don't get very cold. She does own a pair of boots, kept in her backpack
In full anthro form, clothing is largely superfluous - fur does the trick. Just the same, a bikini and a big blue scarf does the trick for modesty's sake. Of course, this is weather permitting clothes - fur isn't as good a protection as clothes in cold weather or the rain.
Lucast isn't ashamed of who/what she is - not in the least. She makes no attempt to conceal that she is a metahuman, a big impish grin constantly cast on her features, eyes wiser than her age and appearance might imply.
Personality: Lucast is a free spirit, a bright-eyed wanderer with a wild grin and a curious nature that leads her by the nose on a personal path of enlightenment. She is the kind of person that hates to say goodbye (so she'll poof without a word), that will wander from town to town without a thought (and stay maybe a day, maybe a month, to taste). Rare is the time when she isn't smiling, enjoying life quite thoroughly.
Lucast is also a simple woman, but it would be silly to assume that because she is simple, she is stupid - in fact, she is a creative genius, an eccentric creature that spends a lot of her down time either wandering, drawing something, or playing the flute she keeps in her backpack for a meal.
Powers/Abilities:
Thousand Faces: She can change every detail of her appearance at her option. She doesn't often, she's what she calls a "Reality seeker", choosing to define herself rather than mimic somebody else... but she could, from species to gender, every detail under her control and absolutely real. She can remain in... whatever form, as long as she damn well pleases.
Stubborn: If she gets hurt, she can simply poly-morph the damage away with an act of will - as long as she is conscious, anyhow. This quickly can get tiring, especially if she's dealing with something difficult like fire, nevermind the aweful pain of forcing her body to recover. A severed limb will make her eyes roll back in her head to grow back, and being shot is still a bad day on a biscuit, but she's excessively hard to hurt and keep hurt for any length of time.
Meta: things like physical strength, agility, manual dexterity, etc are really up to her. There are limits, of course, to all of these things, but she controls these attributes of her own body fluidly. She can push the limits of human strength, agility, and endurance to their limits. It takes concentration to do really exceptional things, however...
FOUS (Fox of unusual Size): She can grow up to three stories tall. The pain of growing ranges from jaw-settingly uncomfortable, to something like a full-body toothache, but fades after a few seconds once she stops. At full size, she is easily strong enough to stop a fully loaded semi truck dead with her foot, heave a tank or train engine, or annihilate a brick building with a good kick. As a giantess, her strength is well within the realm of super. One consideration: clothes don't grow with her.
Screee!: Just as she can grow to massive sizes, she can shrink to tiny ones, too. The maximum ammount of tiny she can manage is six inches tall. Again: Clothes don't shrink with her. She just happens to have doll clothes in her backpack, however... and small living arrangements. Knowing she can do this, her backpack makes a lot more sense: Its a house for her.
Sniff Sniff!: She has canine schnoz and keen hearing! This is something she's worked hard at perfecting... it isn't actually within the normal sphere of her abilities.
DOGGY!: She normally can only manage human forms, but she's practiced real hard at turning into canids - something of a fascination, really. A dog could tell the difference between her imitation, but a human not looking too hard sure wouldn't be able to. Dogs, wolves, foxes, all are within her practice. Pride is all well and good, but she's not above turning into a cute, friendly pooch and getting caught by a dog catcher, or getting taken home by a nice kid. She'll even put up with dog food, if she has to...
Equipment:
A blue leather backpack with a skull and crossbones motif, full of:
-clothes she isn't wearing
-a couple sets of doll clothes and a few doll-sized living considerations (a tiny mirror, toys, and other knick-nacks she's picked up along the way)
-a flashlight
-flares
-A lighter
-a small first aid kit
-A bit of food (usually, with a mess kit)
-A crapload of mechanical pencils and erasers of various kinds
-Two sketchbooks in ziplock bags
-A small bottle of homemade wine (and a thimble)
-an old flute she keeps in a light wood case in a few pieces.
-a bottle of scent oil
Psychological Flaws:
-She is terrified of cages and flying
-She's scared to death of mad dogs, and barking dogs disturb the heck out of her.
-She has trouble sitting still - meaning, she has wanderlust, and has it BAD. Being tied down isn't something she'll put up with. Can you say poof?
-Not shy. She isn't. Not about who or what she is. This can and does get her into trouble in some circles...
-OOH BUTTERFLIES (she has a short attention span)
-NO! I DONT WANT TO! (she's the kind of creative genius that has trouble with damn near everything else. She can get shirty about being told what to do. She has a serious anti-authority complex and goes spare when faced with somebody who thinks they have the right to command her)
Physical Flaws:
-High metabolism: She has to snack alot to be comfortable and healthy. She's always hungry!
-Lucast is distinctive, and makes no attempt to hide what she is. Can you say plainly obvious?
-While she CAN regenerate damage, some are more troublesome than others. Fire, for example. Burns SUCK, a lot more than they should, takes time to heal those.
Other Flaws:
Brief History: Emile was born in Toronto, canada and immediately given up for adoption. She developed a keen hate for authority early on, from one catholic orphanage to another. At sixteen, her unusual abilities awakened, and that feeling of being strange, separate, not subject to the rules, it took on speed. It didn't bother her that people hated her, felt uncomfortable in her presence - bloody stupid, the lot of them. Just the same, she found crowds she fit into.
The furry fandom gave her friends, and kindness from strangers gave her faith in humanity. A rough childhood gave her a free spirit and her mutation endowed her with a key to chains that bound her for so long, unlocking her cage. She's technically not a US citizen, and she has no idea who the heck her birth family is, and now she's wandering where the heck she pleases.
Reason for being on AM: Why not? She's an interesting metahuman that lives an alternative lifestyle, and the site needs more weirdos <3
Sample RP: Lucast's eyes slit open, her tiny form snuggled into the warmth of her favorite shirt, now at least thirty sizes too big for her, at least for a while. With a soft yawn, the fox took a long, deliberate moment to listen, her ears perking to listen intently. All she could hear were murmuring voices, distant and muffled through the leather and fabric of her bag, and she yawned again. Must have stopped for a while - bout time too.
Wriggling through soft fabric, a six-inch girl with perking vulpine ears and a sweeping, unruly fox's tail, fished through her belongings to find a little something to eat - a bit of candybar, what was left, anyhow, more than sufficed for her purposes at the moment... but she'd be pretty damn hungry a bit later.
Just the same, the chocolate and nuts gave her a flutter in her heart, the pleasure of the flavor only marginally dampened by the fact that she'd been eating that same candy bar for two days now.
One meal later, and a bit more when she came back to a proper size and dressed, Lucast gave the storage bin a heavy kick, denting the metal a bit. the conversation outside the van stopped. She kicked again, starting to breathe heavily - she'd put up with the bus ride for long enough, and now she was trapped? She started to pummel that metal door, her hindpaws crashing against the metal again and again until light poured in, the sound of latches being undone singing like music to her ears. As soon as the latch was undone, she bolted from the opening and barreled into some very suddenly surprised... drivers? She was in a yard for the buses, it looked like.
"What the hell?!" one ventured, and skirted around the man he'd been talking to, looking from the bin to the girl with... paws, a tail, and ears... and blue hair... and shut down. This was a normal reaction. She was clinging to the man, around 50 years old or so, that had the misfortune to be in her way when she was having a panic attack, and shivered like a leaf.
Neither of the drivers knew what the hell to do - this was by far the strangest bloody thing they'd seen all year. Hell, maybe their whole lives. They gave her time.
After a few seconds Lucast gathered her composure and stood off the poor man, and helped him up. Most people remained shut down for some time around her - she was just so... so... abnormal. As she wandered off, bookbag toted, the two stood in stunned silence, and watched her leave.
Maybe new york would be a nice place to explore? Lucast had heard stories... and she had friends here! This would be an interesting way to spend some time...
Theme Songs:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDyegT1wawU&NR=1
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTbVGPSBO6Y
Nicknames: Nemo~ Enkashi~ etc
Main Account: The Broodmother, I should think
Who else do you play?: The broodmother and Deadlock
How did you find us?: Been here a while <3
Category: Original
Name: Emile
Alias: Lucast
Age: 19
Ranking: Neutral (But she will gladly help out if she can: She'd fail fail to think twice about running headlong into a burning building, jump into a flood, or tackle a pedestrian out of traffic to save somebody's life.)
Physical Appearance: Lucast's powers allow her to decide how she looks on a whim, but her shape of most comfort is that of a blue-gray fox girl - ranging from a mostly human body with perky fox ears and a long, bushy tail (which she fusses over until it shines like silk), to a full-blown anthropomorphic fox. It is a matter of personality, really - she feels all wrong unless she is in that kind of shape. Its just... one of those things. Regardless, she has a head of vibrant sky blue hair that grows straight and long to her hips, often with braids that hang down beside her cheeks and down her back, mostly allowed to flow free (another matter of preference, its her favorite color, of course!)
It isn't that she tries to flaunt her body, but a lot of clothing is not good for a polymorphic metahuman - thus, Lucast's common choice of clothing is easily removed, amounting to a tank top or tee (often with a cute or funny motif plus a second hand blue trenchcoat with a variety of patches and a fake white fur lining, as long as it isn't hot), comfortable, baggy jeans (or shorts, depending), and a blue backpack bearing skull-and-crossbones motifs. She eschews shoes for hindpaws - saves a heckuva lot of money, and they really don't get very cold. She does own a pair of boots, kept in her backpack
In full anthro form, clothing is largely superfluous - fur does the trick. Just the same, a bikini and a big blue scarf does the trick for modesty's sake. Of course, this is weather permitting clothes - fur isn't as good a protection as clothes in cold weather or the rain.
Lucast isn't ashamed of who/what she is - not in the least. She makes no attempt to conceal that she is a metahuman, a big impish grin constantly cast on her features, eyes wiser than her age and appearance might imply.
Personality: Lucast is a free spirit, a bright-eyed wanderer with a wild grin and a curious nature that leads her by the nose on a personal path of enlightenment. She is the kind of person that hates to say goodbye (so she'll poof without a word), that will wander from town to town without a thought (and stay maybe a day, maybe a month, to taste). Rare is the time when she isn't smiling, enjoying life quite thoroughly.
Lucast is also a simple woman, but it would be silly to assume that because she is simple, she is stupid - in fact, she is a creative genius, an eccentric creature that spends a lot of her down time either wandering, drawing something, or playing the flute she keeps in her backpack for a meal.
Powers/Abilities:
Thousand Faces: She can change every detail of her appearance at her option. She doesn't often, she's what she calls a "Reality seeker", choosing to define herself rather than mimic somebody else... but she could, from species to gender, every detail under her control and absolutely real. She can remain in... whatever form, as long as she damn well pleases.
Stubborn: If she gets hurt, she can simply poly-morph the damage away with an act of will - as long as she is conscious, anyhow. This quickly can get tiring, especially if she's dealing with something difficult like fire, nevermind the aweful pain of forcing her body to recover. A severed limb will make her eyes roll back in her head to grow back, and being shot is still a bad day on a biscuit, but she's excessively hard to hurt and keep hurt for any length of time.
Meta: things like physical strength, agility, manual dexterity, etc are really up to her. There are limits, of course, to all of these things, but she controls these attributes of her own body fluidly. She can push the limits of human strength, agility, and endurance to their limits. It takes concentration to do really exceptional things, however...
FOUS (Fox of unusual Size): She can grow up to three stories tall. The pain of growing ranges from jaw-settingly uncomfortable, to something like a full-body toothache, but fades after a few seconds once she stops. At full size, she is easily strong enough to stop a fully loaded semi truck dead with her foot, heave a tank or train engine, or annihilate a brick building with a good kick. As a giantess, her strength is well within the realm of super. One consideration: clothes don't grow with her.
Screee!: Just as she can grow to massive sizes, she can shrink to tiny ones, too. The maximum ammount of tiny she can manage is six inches tall. Again: Clothes don't shrink with her. She just happens to have doll clothes in her backpack, however... and small living arrangements. Knowing she can do this, her backpack makes a lot more sense: Its a house for her.
Sniff Sniff!: She has canine schnoz and keen hearing! This is something she's worked hard at perfecting... it isn't actually within the normal sphere of her abilities.
DOGGY!: She normally can only manage human forms, but she's practiced real hard at turning into canids - something of a fascination, really. A dog could tell the difference between her imitation, but a human not looking too hard sure wouldn't be able to. Dogs, wolves, foxes, all are within her practice. Pride is all well and good, but she's not above turning into a cute, friendly pooch and getting caught by a dog catcher, or getting taken home by a nice kid. She'll even put up with dog food, if she has to...
Equipment:
A blue leather backpack with a skull and crossbones motif, full of:
-clothes she isn't wearing
-a couple sets of doll clothes and a few doll-sized living considerations (a tiny mirror, toys, and other knick-nacks she's picked up along the way)
-a flashlight
-flares
-A lighter
-a small first aid kit
-A bit of food (usually, with a mess kit)
-A crapload of mechanical pencils and erasers of various kinds
-Two sketchbooks in ziplock bags
-A small bottle of homemade wine (and a thimble)
-an old flute she keeps in a light wood case in a few pieces.
-a bottle of scent oil
Weaknesses
Psychological Flaws:
-She is terrified of cages and flying
-She's scared to death of mad dogs, and barking dogs disturb the heck out of her.
-She has trouble sitting still - meaning, she has wanderlust, and has it BAD. Being tied down isn't something she'll put up with. Can you say poof?
-Not shy. She isn't. Not about who or what she is. This can and does get her into trouble in some circles...
-OOH BUTTERFLIES (she has a short attention span)
-NO! I DONT WANT TO! (she's the kind of creative genius that has trouble with damn near everything else. She can get shirty about being told what to do. She has a serious anti-authority complex and goes spare when faced with somebody who thinks they have the right to command her)
Physical Flaws:
-High metabolism: She has to snack alot to be comfortable and healthy. She's always hungry!
-Lucast is distinctive, and makes no attempt to hide what she is. Can you say plainly obvious?
-While she CAN regenerate damage, some are more troublesome than others. Fire, for example. Burns SUCK, a lot more than they should, takes time to heal those.
Other Flaws:
Brief History: Emile was born in Toronto, canada and immediately given up for adoption. She developed a keen hate for authority early on, from one catholic orphanage to another. At sixteen, her unusual abilities awakened, and that feeling of being strange, separate, not subject to the rules, it took on speed. It didn't bother her that people hated her, felt uncomfortable in her presence - bloody stupid, the lot of them. Just the same, she found crowds she fit into.
The furry fandom gave her friends, and kindness from strangers gave her faith in humanity. A rough childhood gave her a free spirit and her mutation endowed her with a key to chains that bound her for so long, unlocking her cage. She's technically not a US citizen, and she has no idea who the heck her birth family is, and now she's wandering where the heck she pleases.
Reason for being on AM: Why not? She's an interesting metahuman that lives an alternative lifestyle, and the site needs more weirdos <3
Sample RP: Lucast's eyes slit open, her tiny form snuggled into the warmth of her favorite shirt, now at least thirty sizes too big for her, at least for a while. With a soft yawn, the fox took a long, deliberate moment to listen, her ears perking to listen intently. All she could hear were murmuring voices, distant and muffled through the leather and fabric of her bag, and she yawned again. Must have stopped for a while - bout time too.
Wriggling through soft fabric, a six-inch girl with perking vulpine ears and a sweeping, unruly fox's tail, fished through her belongings to find a little something to eat - a bit of candybar, what was left, anyhow, more than sufficed for her purposes at the moment... but she'd be pretty damn hungry a bit later.
Just the same, the chocolate and nuts gave her a flutter in her heart, the pleasure of the flavor only marginally dampened by the fact that she'd been eating that same candy bar for two days now.
One meal later, and a bit more when she came back to a proper size and dressed, Lucast gave the storage bin a heavy kick, denting the metal a bit. the conversation outside the van stopped. She kicked again, starting to breathe heavily - she'd put up with the bus ride for long enough, and now she was trapped? She started to pummel that metal door, her hindpaws crashing against the metal again and again until light poured in, the sound of latches being undone singing like music to her ears. As soon as the latch was undone, she bolted from the opening and barreled into some very suddenly surprised... drivers? She was in a yard for the buses, it looked like.
"What the hell?!" one ventured, and skirted around the man he'd been talking to, looking from the bin to the girl with... paws, a tail, and ears... and blue hair... and shut down. This was a normal reaction. She was clinging to the man, around 50 years old or so, that had the misfortune to be in her way when she was having a panic attack, and shivered like a leaf.
Neither of the drivers knew what the hell to do - this was by far the strangest bloody thing they'd seen all year. Hell, maybe their whole lives. They gave her time.
After a few seconds Lucast gathered her composure and stood off the poor man, and helped him up. Most people remained shut down for some time around her - she was just so... so... abnormal. As she wandered off, bookbag toted, the two stood in stunned silence, and watched her leave.
Maybe new york would be a nice place to explore? Lucast had heard stories... and she had friends here! This would be an interesting way to spend some time...
Theme Songs:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDyegT1wawU&NR=1
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTbVGPSBO6Y
