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You were supposed to be be the saving grace of your race, you had powers which were beyond the comprehension of all but the best minds in the galaxy. You were to be the end of the beings know as the intruders, strange beings who came from another dimension and seemed only to exist to commit a galaxy wide genocide for reasons only known to them.You managed to gain some sort of affinity with this gift, you could use it to glen knowledge from the minds of others or alter their memories if you wanted to, you could harness it to perform acts of telekinesis or even form bolts of pure energy.
The brightest minds came up with a plan, a plan which would destroy the intruders once and for all. However in order for it to have a conceivable chance of working you would need to be at the height of your power.
You were strong by the time they came, no doubt about it. Some even whispered that you were a Demigod though you doubted that was the case. Yet the intruders' invasion began too soon before you could reach your full theorised potential, world after world fell and soon it became clear that you would not be able to reach your apex in time to save your race.
However your race knew that the intruders would return to conduct another extermination tens of millennia later. It was unknown if the phenomenon you possessed would ever come again. So to give any species that came after you a fighting chance; they froze you in cryosleep and flung you into the stars along with an encrypted copy of the plan.
You where a little nervous about this plan but you went along, if you died and no one else was born with your gift then the galaxy would see another massed slaughter.
And so your ship drifted through space as you remained unaware of the years passing by.
Until you were reawakened.
Waking up from cryo sleep was even more disorienting as than you were expecting it to be. Thankfully the pod remained sealed for long enough for you to clear your head.
When the canopy opened you were greeted by the sight of the interior of your ship, which remained unchanged and a unfamiliar being in some sort of space suit, though he or she didn't really need it as evidenced by the fact that you could breath quite comfortably.
There was silence between you and the being. Then the being slowly reached for what looked like a gun.
Rules:
PG 13 only. Though cursing and gore are allowed so long as you don't go overboard.
I work better with long replies Please try and aim for a least two sentences.
Romance is allowed. If you want to have same gender romance then that is fine as well.
If your not sure about something don't be afraid to ask.
Please give me your character's name and a description of them. The more the better. Also could you please give the species your character belonged to a name as well.
Your character must be humanoid or taur like. However they cannot look completely human. Also don't be afraid to get creative with your character. They should also be 3-10 feet tall.
As for your characters powers, well I've listed them in the prompt, but if you have ideas for anymore then don't be afraid to run them past me, though I won't allow the ability to shrink or enlarge objects. Just don't let them be ridiculously powerful (for example being able to level a city with minimal effort).
Please put the phase "3, 2, 1 lets Tank!" In your first reply to confirm that you've read everything (and yes: I have been watching Cowboy Bebop).
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((I’m still doing this but it’s nearly the end of the college year, ergo every assignment needs to be in. Expect slow replies.))
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((Its fine, I gotcha.))
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So do you want to do this prompt?
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3, 2, 1 lets Tank!
This looks very tasty....I can't pass it up. @_@
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- Name: Lilreia Black Light
- Age: Unknown, looks to be in her mid-20's
- Gender: Female
- Description: A thin, yet curvy womanly figure with skin practically as white as a corpse. Long hair flows down beyond her back, it a mix of black and white colors, found in typically in a muddled manner (because she finds the need to cut it or care for it properly unimportant (until it really starts to get in the way), and actually likes how it looks). Has Heterochromia, one eye is violet the other is gold, both with their pupils slit. A pair of jet black cat ears protrudes from her head, matching those on a Caracal, with a snow-white tail jetting out from behind similar to a Cougars. She walks on the hind legs of a cat, albeit the legs and paws lack fur, being covered with her skin excusing her black paw-pads and razor sharp toenails. She has a ridiculously long forked tongue she can fully manipulate, even sling out like a frog, that stretches almost as long as she is tall. She stands at around 9 feet and is capable of unhinging her jaws like a snake which is filled with a row of razor sharp teeth.
- Personality: A rather unhinged, yet smart individual, that thankfully knows the difference between right and wrong. She typically hides her insanity behind a gentle figure with a great interest in learning new things both mentally....and physically. She is also a bit of a masochist in that she finds the feeling of pain to something similar to being tickled.
- Backstory: Lilreia comes from a highly technologically advanced race known as the laxopedes. She had once been praised for being a gifted scientist and engineer, managing to unlock questions that left the smartest of her race dumbstruck and a majority of the machines she created were life changing. However, she soon found herself amongst the many lab rats she had once experimented on, as those who were considered the elite within the scientific field were humiliated by Lilreia's genius, two of them being her own father and older brother. For almost a decade, Lilreia was tortured through numerous experiments and dissections, some which weren't meant to solve or prove anything, but just cause her pain. This, of course, lead to her insanity or, somewhat. Eventually, upon the awakening of her new powers, Lilreia managed to escape and needless to say, the bodies of those who tortured her, father and brother included, were never found. She then returned to society, seemingly still sane apart from a slight change of behavior and a handful of mutations, to eventually realize her new destiny.
- Powers (if allowed):
Healing factor: Not to the extreme of being unkillable. Damaged down to her brain or heart will be critical and it will take days to regenerate lost limbs, excusing her head, if not able to reattach those previous. This also halted her further aging.
Bone manipulation: By touching a person, she can manipulate the shape of their entire bone structure. She can also remove her own bones as well as change their shape, which regenerates at a much more rapid rate to be practically replaced as soon as their removed.
Inhuman Strength: She is capable of lifting 2 tons.
Night Vision: This is a trait her race has.
- Race Name: laxopedes
- Race appearance: Simular to humans, but ears, tail, and eye of various felines. They also have night vision.
- Race History: The Laxopedes don't really like to share more than what they consider necessary. What is known about them is that their technology is extremely advanced (especially thanks to Lilreia ), having created numerous devices from comforting to planet-ending/war starting. When the time came to face the Intruders, the Laxopedes were steadfast in defending their planet, but were eventually overwhelmed and were forced forsake their world. Most of the population now thrives within a space station half the size of a planet while the rest have scattered throughout the cosmos.
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Yup, I think you got everything. You can start us off if you want to.
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(Cool)
Lilreia didn't even hesitate when seeing the man in the strange suit reach for his weapon. Instead, she slowly raised to her paws and casually stepped out of the pod as if she weren't in any real danger. Letting out a long yawn mixed with "meow" she proceeds to crack her neck a few times then stretch the joints and arms and legs, all the while this stranger could have her gunned down at any moment. But Lilreia didn't care because she knew if he tried shooting her, she doubted they'd reach her in time. She than lazily looks down at the man and asks. "So....u got do yocola mo choy? (So...you got a drink or what?)"
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The being in the space suite keeps a hand near his/her gun but didn't draw it. He held the correct stance to use a firearm or to fight in hand to hand combat but by the looks of things the being was not planning for a fight of any sort. There was a short moment of silence before the stranger spoke. "What the hell did you just say?" The voice was slightly distorted by the helmet but it was still identifiable as a male voice.
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"Ah, English." She says, now speaking said language. "Should have figured, seems like a lot of people in the galaxy know that tongue." She takes a moment to rub the sleep from one of her eyes and yawn once again. "I repeat Mr. spaceman. Ya got a drink or what? I can only imagine how long it's been since I've wetted my throat."
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Another awkward pause endured before the figure spoke again. "I got crappy orange juice." He offered. "But that's in my ship and as I've said it tastes like crap. Anyway what the hell are you?" Seem like whatever race this being belonged to it hadn't encountered a laxopedes before, well not a live one at the very least.
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It slightly surprised Lilreia to learn that someone hadn't heard about the Laxopedes considering their planet used to be a paradise for vendors who sought their high-tech, then again her mutations did make her appear somewhat different to her race. But at the moment, what mattered to Lilreia was getting something cool and wet down her gullet as soon as possible.
"Splendid!" She clapped her hands together, softly chiming. "Although I'd much prefer vodka or wine, I'll take whatever liquids I can get. Now, where is this ship of yours, Mr. spaceman?" She asks, expecting said individual to guide her there, completely ignoring his question as if he hadn't asked anything at all.
(Crap! Just realized I forgot one thing to add. She is currently clothed in a skin-tight suit that is primarily black except for the front of the torso. It covers just about everything apart from her head and her toes.)
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"It's this way." The 'space man' said as he began to lead the alien down the ship's corridor towards the port side air lock; he must have attached the ship to the larger vessel in order for the sake of easy access. His space suit didn't seem to have any of the normal gear that would be used for space walks such as thruster packs or grappling lines so that seemed to be the case.
When he arrived he simply hit the button to open the first airlock door, he didn't need to punch in a code; he must have also managed to override the ship's security. If that was the case he certainly wasn't any old fool: this guy must have some sort of experience of breaking into ships as well.
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Lilreia admitted a soft hum as she followed behind the stranger, the tune being something she made up in her head. Although she was very keen to have that drink, despite how crappy it might be and it not being alcohol, she had remained on her guard ever since awakening to find this stranger who had been inches away from drawing his weapon. This made her curious though as to why he was being so cooperative if he wasn't leading her into trap, having assumed this individual be some sort of pirate that would threaten her and then sell her off. Although she'd have him choking on one of his organs before that could ever happen.
"Say, why are you being polite with me, Mr. Spaceman? I'd of thought by now you'd have pulled out that dankey blaster of yours and threaten to take me, prisoner. You could make quite a profit off of me if you know the right people. Aren't you a pirate or are you just some random scavenger who found more than he thought he would? Actually, I don't think they'd put that many supplies on a vessel meant to serve as my personal bedroom for an unspecified amount of time. So I'm guessing you didn't find that much on here, to begin with."
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The space man turned to face Lilreia. "Because firstly I'm not sick in the head." He said in a slightly irked tone; clearly he had been having a bad day and her comment hadn't made it any better. "And secondly; would get me into more shit then it's worth." He managed to get the second airlock open revealing the interior of a second ship which was probably his own. "Wait." He went inside of his ship and opened a compartment on the left hand side before pulling out a plastic bag filled with orange liquid and a straw with a cap on at the end. "Catch." He tossed the bag of orange juice to Lilreia.
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Lilreia gracefully did so, although, in a way, the man probably wasn't expecting. Unhinging her jaws, her mouth opened beyond the capability of anyone with a normal jaw. Once the bag had landed within the slimy bear trap that was her mouth, it vanished, straw, plastic, and cap included, almost instantly with a firm snap of her teeth. Lilreia's throat momentarily swelled with a faintly orange bulge hurrying downward, disappearing completely once it had slipped beyond her chest. Lilreia then took a moment to let out a relieving sigh, having slightly tasted the orange fluids within the bag now sitting in her sickly pale belly. "Well, shit that stuff was anything but sweet. Could be worse though especially with the other kinds of shit I've eaten courtesy to my dear little brother and all an all was refreshing, to say the least." Lilreia then begins to cough a few times, the cap having managed to escape the fate of digestion as it dropped into her hand, although not completely as it looked to have seen better days then it's better days. "You can have that back." Said Lilreia, flinging the cap towards the man, it landing on his chest where it became slightly glued thanks to some sticky looking saliva.
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The space man was apparently dumb struck by Lileria's display because it took him about a minute before he actually reacted. "You do realise-" he stopped talking for a moment as he realised that the lid of the bottle was now stuck to the chest of his space suit. He managed to wipe it off his space suit though now it was stuck to his hand. "You do realise that you only needed to drink the juice." He said as he managed to get the sticky lid off his hand by waving it around before it flew off and stuck to the ceiling.
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OMG... Perfect time use this char that I have been dying to use! also, 3, 2, 1 lets Tank!
Name: Zarr'lefantel
Height: 6' 1 1/2"
Age: Unknown, Biologically, about early 20s.
Appearance: Aside from many similarities to humanity, the only huge differences are the teeth, eyes, and skin. The teeth are mainly use for ripping at meat, and are sometimes used for chewing plant matter, the eyes are more reptilian, and are reddish brown in color. His skin is tan, with darker 'tiger-stripes' on his arms, legs and back.
Personality: Very driven, and very honorable in a fight, he will make it fair, but this honor does not extend to everyone. He is also quite irascible, and bottles up his rage most of the time until he explodes in a deadly fury.
Backstory: Zarr'lefantel, or Zarr, as many called him, was born as the son of the last Rac-Chaca (War Chief) of his kind. He was so close to reaching the apex of his power, and his father taught him everything he could possible teach. Languages, CQC, CQB, and even what Zarr holds most dearly, Swordplay. He holds a blade passed down from the first known Rarzan, (i.e. The blade was about a few hundred thousand years old when he got it!) and he cares for it extremely passionately. Zarr, a master of swordplay before his father taught him, even learned how to hone his focus, speed, and reaction time using his powers. Such was too little, too late, and the Rarzans fell in glorious, honorable battle, except for him. He feels pride in the fact that he may continue the Rarzan legacy, the Rarzan creed.
Abilities: He can fly into a berserker like rage, attacking everything with strength more powerful than a direct artillery shell impact. His body, during this rage, has a regenerative factor that rips and re-pins bone and muscle back in place. This has given Zarr an inconceivably impossible pain tolerance, so much so, he will literally go so far as to be impaled to gain an advantage.
Race Name: Rarzan
Race Appearance: About the size of humans, but are usually leaner, and always have the tigerstripes. Eyes are only reptilian (i.e. Narrow slit pupil with nictitating membrane) if the individual is a purebred Rarzan.
Race ability: They are strong, and have an obscene bone mass and muscle mass, so much so, they cannot swim, but they are very tough, no doubt.
History: The Rarzans are a warrior culture dating back to who knows how long ago. Some even say they were humanity's precursors. Not much is known, and is passed by stories, and tales. No known written Rarzan historical records exist, and it is debated they have not relied on writing. The Rarzans still exist today, but only in scattered clans and small fleets, constantly raiding ships, but still hold fast to the old ways of honor, glory, and a fair fight.
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Oh boy, as your going to soon find out, he is going to brilliant for this RP. You can start when your ready.
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As the pod opened, the unfamiliar creature alarmed Zarr, the fact that it reached for a weapon made him instinctively reach for his. "Ya Shotau, ya dukal." (You shoot, you die.) Zarr warned as he half drew the sword, which let out a resonating hum.
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Unfortunately the being inside the space suit did not understand Zarr and it kept its hand close to its holster. "Who are you?." It said, the voice was distorted by the helmet but it sounded slightly feminine. The visor was reflective so no facial features could be seen, therefore giving no further clues to its gender.
Who ever it was she wasn't inexperienced; her stance was perfect for both a marksman and a brawler; no doubt that she was a capable fighter with both her firsts and her handgun. She wasn't here for a fight though; if she was then she would have taken at least one shot.
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"Hmm..." Zarr was shirtless, his jacket hung on the back of the canopy, so his stripes were displayed proudly. Zarr also barely understood the gist of whatever... It/She said. He knew not the language, so he spoke his full name. "Zarr'lefantel. En ya?" (And You?)
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Another silence Ensured between the two beings before the one in the space suit spoke. "I don't speak Razan." She clearly stated to the Razan. Clearly communication was a great big issue here and one that need to be solved if any of them wanted anything other than a stand off.
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(It's Rarzan. not Razan, BTW)
Zarr cocked his head to one side for a moment before slowly backing up to put his jacket on. Zarr also kept at least hand on the hilt of his sword. Looking at it, he took a deep breath before solemnly saying: "Ma ya ha placknel el dukal, Rac-Chaca...." Zarr then looked at the being. It looked vaguely Rarzan in shape, but he couldn't tell be cause of the helmet. Zarr took the scabbard from his belt and used it to tap the being's helmet.
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((Oops, my bad.))
"You do realise that I've just said that I don't understand a word your saying." The being said backing away a little when Zarr tapped her helmet. This pretty much confirmed that she wasn't her to fight, while she was still tensed like a coil she didn't attack him.
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Zarr made a gesture pertaining to the helmet. He made it clear he wanted the being to take the helmet off. Zarr took note of the creature's reluctance to fight. He was never one to force a being's hand. Especially if it was afraid. Zarr put the sword and scabbard on his back.He knew it would not be easy to unsheathe, that was just common sense. Hopefully this being knew that, too. Zarr was also studying the being's language, bit by precious bit, but he still had no idea how to speak it.
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"Alright, alright." The being said as she took off her helmet. She had a head of short dirty blond hair with slightly tanned skin and a scar on her right cheek. She looked at you in annoyance. "Satisfied? I don't want to be screwed if the hull gets breached." She huffed.
((sorry for the massive delay))
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Zarr raised an eyebrow. Now that his peaceful intent was made clear, he went to a control panel on the cryo pod. Tapping incessantly, a loud beeping was heard. "FALKA!" (F***) He almost had it.. what was the damned password again?
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This rp is so good. So "3, 2, 1 lets Tank!" Dammit now i need to think of a race and character...hmm...I think i have a character.
Name: Alea Tusar
Age: ??? (she is about 23)
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has long red hair and has strange eyes in that her eyes are cybernetic as she was born blind. She also has various cybernetics which appear like mechanical arms etc. She like most of her race does have four arms although her legs are purely cybernetic and appear claw like and give her a spider like appearance. (Essentially spider taur like.) She has a very large bust too.
Personality: She is independent and can have a fiery temper. However she has a child like need to learn and to constantly improve.
Backstory: Excluding the above obviously. Born into the imperial family as a princess and she was trained for an early age to fight and was given the best education money could buy. She grew up however estranged from her mother and father and so she never lost a lot of her child like innocence. She can speak multiple languages too. The first experience of her powers was...weird to say the least as she found out what the people were thinking all around her. She also trying her first offensive attack against a target managed to hurt herself, she still has a small scar above her eyes from that. She lost her legs after fighting for the time in battle and a stray artillery round hit her position and she was the only one to survive.
Race
Name: Tuva
Appearance: The race has red skin and is about 8ft tall and has four arms. They have four black eyes and have large fangs as a general rule.
History: The Tuva were one of the earliest and largest empires at the time of the crisis mentioned in the prompt. They had advanced cybernetic technology and even could replace whole bodies by putting brains into robotic bodies. However after the initial incursion they civilisation began to collapse in on itself. It lost technology and most of them. The empire now is an insular empire who are xenophobic and who outside of a very small cluster of systems are not know to the wider galaxy. They horde their technology and everything else and form an enclave filled with so called orders who vie for power and try to out politic everyone else. The emperor is now a puppet for powerful advisers and factions.
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Oooh boy, yeah our little friend isn't going to be scared out of his/her mind. You got everything so if you want to you can start us off.
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Okay.
Alea blinked her eyes as the world slowly came into view and the strange being or robot? looking at her. Her breathing became a little rapid as a result.
Alea looked at the armoured man or at least what she thought was an armoured man. She looked at him for less than a few moments before she raised all four of her arms. She had no idea what this...thing is? New Life? her mind boggled and she leaned down looking at the strange armoured being with curiosity. She then slowly pointed herself. "Alea." she says. 2i mean you no harm." she said not even trying her powers right now.
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Kazu was expecting an easy score when he found this ship drifting through the asteroid field: anything Tuva sold for a fourtune in both the legitimate auctions or the black market, even if it was a ornament. So finding an entire ship; in very good condition would undoubtedly be a payday to end all paydays.
Unfortunely any hope of this being a simple in and out job went down the drain when some mucking around with the systems caused the cryo pod to open, revealing a rather terrifying Tuva.
However thankfully she seemed to be more interested in talking than anything else though he couldn't really understand her. "M-my name is Kazu." He said, keeping one hand close to his hand gun.
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She looked at Kazu for a while. "Kazu?" she said trying the name out before she stepped out of the pod fully her eight robotic legs catching up with themselves as she stepped out and smiled a little at the strange person in front of her. She then noticed he was wearing a helmet so she made a gesture like taking off of a helmet and to illustrate she took a deep breath in and out as if suggesting the air was good. She looked down at the strange creature and lowered her arms and noticed his hand was next to his gun. She could use her powers on him but she wanted to keep that secret for now. She turned around and began to look in the pod for some equipment, he would see a small case like one would carry clothes in and a large staff of some kind. And then she pulled out a pistol and then threw it over her shoulder. It was a dud.
She used the staff to lean on a little as the effects of a long cyro sleep made her feel a little dizzy. She then looked at the man once more. "Tuva." she said again gesturing to herself but also to a picture of her family. "Tuva." she said again, saying the name of her race.
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"Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out." Kazu muttered, that had started when some muppet of a gangster wouldn't stop saying his name. Of course she wouldn't get it because, firstly, she wasn't there to get the joke and, secondly, she wouldn't understand him anyway.
When she made the gesture to remove his helmet, he hesitated. First rule of salvage runs, keep your suit on just in case. Then again this wasn't an unstable wreck so he could get away with taking his helmet off. After fiddling with the seal he got his helmet off allowing the alien to see the humann's facial features. The 21 year old had brown, messy hair and blue eyes, a faded scar was barely visible on his cheek.
When she pointed to the picture and herself he guessed that she was trying to introduce her race not that he needed telling. "I am human." He said.
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"Human..." She said again trying the words out. She looked at Kazu for a few moments...he was cute. She began to walk past him a little to a small terminal. She activated it and began to type on it. To the human all four of her hands would appear to be a blur as she typed onto the terminal.
The ship had been designed to keep in permanent contact with her own kind. Although this meant it was more like getting the news from social media than anything else, so she had sift through all of the information in front of her. As she saw how far her people had fallen the young princess's face showed little emotion...she now had a mission to restore her people's empire to prepare for the Apocalypse that had been prophesied. However the language barrier would be a problem...she could simply take the language from the humans mind but that could arise suspicion. So she decided on something else, something she had seen on an old holovid program. She turned to Kazu and reached out and touched his face with her hands. As she did so he would get a headache for a few seconds before she moved her hand away. "Sorry." She said in his human language...wait how did she know that?
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Kazu watched Alea with some interest as she went to what looked like a comms terminal and began to type with speed some tech specialists would be jealous of. What is she looking at, he thought, whatever it was it wasn't good news, her expression did belong on someone who just heard the worst news in their life.
When the alien touched his face he was caught off guard, though the sudden splitting headache was even more surprising to him. He doubled over and held his head, until she spoke. "Ngh- What did you do, and why can you now speak English? He said as he looked up.
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She didn't answer. She couldn't she had to keep her powers a secret, she had tried to learn human history from the human that was the headache he had felt was her sorting through his thoughts and through his memories. She had seen a lot of things she would ask about in the future. "Secret." she said as an answer to his questions and she moved down the corridor having restored all systems although she had no fuel, so she was hitching a ride with him it seems. "Now i can talk to you i should give you my full name. Princess Alea of the Tuva daughter of emperor Alexios the third." she said and to her own people she was a legend she was the so called missing princess.
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3, 2, 1 lets Tank!"
So quick question, what would the unfamiliar beings race be then? ;3 I'm intrigued by this rp.
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Spoilers! The unfamiliar being in the space suit is a human, though your character was probably alive before the Stone Age so they probably never encountered a human. Anyway you want to take a shot at this prompt?
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I would yes, but before I do so, are you alright with me being a male character and yours is a female character. I'm gonna go for a tough love relationship between the two if possible. ? :3
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Sure, I'm comfortable with playing as either male or female characters.
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Alright so here is Bio of the Character of who has been in cryogenic hybernstion.
So the powers you listed, I'm alright with all of those except the bolts of energy, so I was wondering if maybe I could add one or two more.
1. Repulsion - basically he can repulse any projectile, weapon, or object away from him, however the backfire is that his mind becomes a little unstable after using this power for too long. Sort of like snapping his sanity.
2. Control of Natural elements, basically he can bend any rock, dust, wood, or material of any kind to bend at his will, backfire is that his energy will be well spent if he over does it too far.
Name: Gamo" real name, Gamo-Trax
Age: I don't know age limit so I'll ask help for you about that.
Race/Description: Shadorians - humanoid beings standing at 10 feet tall are basically black like shadow aliens who have the ability to blend into shadows and able to disappear without traces. They can appear as like reptilian humanoids. Their eyes can vary between colors, looking like visors of course.
Other then this, I hope this okay with you ;3
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To answer your question about your character's age I would recommend that he 18 years or older, early twenties would probably make the most sense. Other than that your good to go if you want to start us off.
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Age 20 then, and I'll sure do it in the morning, right now I'm about to pass out xD
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((OK, ironically I've just woken up here in the UK.))
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Oh shoot xD )
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Ah it's fine for me since, 75% of the time, I'm a morning person. Anyway see you in the morning/evening (probably should have just said see you later.).
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