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The wheel keeps turning - Isorath - 07-13-2017
Magics: {SAFE} -- :: [ Magic: Dark | Able to transformed into a white feathered dragon. ] :: [ Restrictions | Transformation is painful. ] :: [ Magic: Fire (P) | Ball of fire levitates between antlers and intensifies with emotions. ] :: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ] Enchanted items {SAFE} :: [ Item: Enchanted Jewelry | Large ornate halo which hovers behind wearers head. ] Rift-god / Kaos items n/a Amulets: n/a Companion/s: n/a Species change (if applicable): nope! he's just a regular old kirin x dragon hybrid. Requests: he has one normal item: :: [ Item: Hair Ornaments | Small, dragon themed hair ornaments used for various hair styles. ] RE: The wheel keeps turning - Libertad - 07-13-2017 There is nothing left but the burning embers of memory and heart ache. Libertad had departed, fled from the source of his hurt in order to bury the emotions of grief after witnessing his mother’s death. He had fled Helovia to reject the memories of d’Arcy, his lifeblood, his wombmate and once believed equal. Everything unraveled before him, death, carnage and destruction. Gods were vanquished and lands were left as nothing but ashes. Libertad had known better than to linger, than to stand idly by. He surged through the portal like all of the sensible ones did, fled the onslaught of vindication and chaos. He leaps through, throwing himself into the embrace of the unknown to face whatever lies on the other side. Practically skidding to a halt his eyes take in his surroundings, fixating on the individual who came through not long before. Libertad stares her down, taking in the details of her appearance but says nothing, he only stares as the emotions try to seep in, penetrate his subconscious and break him. He can continue running, always running and always fleeing but the emotions are slowly setting in when he realizes Helovia is gone and what little he cared for there is gone with it. Magics: [ Magic: DarkxEarth | The roses that bloom in his steps can be poisoned at will. ] :: [ Restrictions | Poison causes nausea and affects those in a 10 m radius. ] :: [ Magic: EarthxTime | Ability to teleport, leaving rose petals in wake. ] :: [ Restrictions | May be used to evade an attack or travel quickly across the battlefield. ] :: SAFE [ Magic: DarkxEarth (P) | Roses bloom in his steps and burst into blood when he walks away ] :: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle ] :: [ Item: Genetic Mutation | Able to bond to 2 companions. ] Enchanted Items: - None Companions: - None Requests: is is possible to request a species change for libby?? just a little something fun to mess with him more :D also will not be carrying over any extra items RE: The wheel keeps turning - Rift Presence - 07-14-2017
It curls around the pair of you—a looming shadow, sharp, black teeth arcing from far above you into dripping gums you cannot see. The roof of the mouth is too distant.
You smell its breath, and it's bad, like a promise of pain and slow ends. Something soft and rotten (—it'll be you, soon). The disembodied head pulls higher, higher, higher, black, burning blood dripping from the long teeth and searing your skin. It dives. Maybe you scream, maybe you don't, as the darkness engulfs the pair of you. But you don't die. You don't even bleed. The massive head collides with the churned mud, and blasts apart. The silence after is deafening. the Rift [ TRANSFER NOTES: ISORATH ] Magic: Transformation: Ability to transform into a white, feathered dragon. Offensive: Can throw flames from the ball of fire constantly burning between his antlers. Items: Vanity: A large, ornate halo. It hovers above the wearer's head. [ TRANSFER NOTES: LIBERTAD ] Magic: Offensive: Bright, neon roses constantly grow on and around him. Their thorns are poisonous. Offensive: Leaves a trail of roses where he walks. They burst into searing hot blood when he steps away. The large head took one thing from you, it seems. You can no longer teleport. And those crazy bright flowers always starting to grow on you? You're not immune to the poison—it won't kill you or cripple you, but you'll sure as hell be sick with it. Constantly. Because those buggers are growing on you and in you and their thorns are breaking your skin everywhere. Whatever that shadowy creature had been, it had left you another gift; as the roses pool and burst and grow around you, you feel something else. It's an ache, deep in your bones. Things are happening. Things are hurting. Your blood shifts and warps and this time next year, you'll have your new form. Species Change: Libertad has become a Unicorn x Owl hybrid. Normal items transfer fine! |