In the future, humans have evolved to become masters of their environments. They are now known as elementals, each with a special elemental ability. The earth too has changed, and is for the most part now one giant supercontinent. There are ten different races of elementals, and they almost all hate each other. Tensions are high, sides are being drawn, and a global war the likes the world has never seen is about to erupt.
Name: Brynn (Known by most as Cyclone) Age: 26 Physical Description: Brynn’s long golden locks trail down her back, stopping evenly just below her shoulder blade. Her eyes a bright, ocean sort of color blue-green. She is on the tall side, one thing she knows she received from her father. She is slender but well built. She has a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. It’s of a beautifully detailed cloud, signifying where she comes from, and so she never forgets who she is. She also has a tattoo on her other wrist. It’s of the word Cyclone, in her native tongue. It was just that until the Biotians got a hold of her. They put a brand over the word. The brand included many vines. This was to tell her that they would always hold her captive, even if she should one day get away. Brynn has a tongue piercing, as well as the traditional earlobe piercing. She also has her upper cartilage pierced. For some reason, she also is never seen without a necklace with a dove pendant.
Personality: Brynn is often a sweet girl, but she can be hostile if provoked. Though she likes to keep to herself if she sees someone who needs help, and knows they won’t harm her after she has helped restore them to their full health, she will help them without hesitation. She is very good at reading people, but quick to judge as well. She’s not really liked by most, even those she has formed an alliance with. She formed a hard exterior after her parent’s death and she chooses not to get close to people, afraid they might leave, or die like her parents did. She has closed off her heart to love as well, but she is open to the idea that one day she just might be lucky enough to find it.
Race: Aerotan
Power Description: Brynn’s power generates from her arms, through her hands. She can keep tornadoes up and running, even in her sleep, but they are not as strong as if she were awake. She can incase herself in a tornado if she wishes, again, it won’t be as strong as if she were awake. Though it does keep her safe enough, and keeps the bad guys out. Brynn once was able to create a fog, something others like her have not been able to do. The last person who was able to create a nice strong fog was her mother. Brynn has been trying to perfect it ever since she found that fact out from an elder in her ‘tribe’. Her winds, tornadoes, and whatever else she creates are also silent, an advantage she uses often. It helps her sneak up on her opponent.
Strengths: Hatred; it is the most affective constant in her life. Love; even though she does not truly believe in it, she knows it’s out there, and if she catches a glimpse of it in someone’s eyes, whether for her or someone else, her fog creating ability is stronger. Weaknesses: Darkness; she has so much hatred in her heart that the darkness often consumes her and she becomes the worst possible form of herself. Death; if someone even utters the word, she goes into her dark place and it is harder than hell to bring her back.
Where you live: She lives in the cyclone she creates around herself on Biotia.
Position on the Elemental War: Though she really has no opinion on the war, she would team up with anyone she could and fight against the Biotians. After what they did to her, and her parents, she will eliminate them at any cost.
History: As far back as Brynn can remember she has been able to at least create a tornado. Her parents started training her at a young age, making sure she could defend herself if needed. They did not care about the war, and stayed as far away from it as they could, not wanting to leave their young girl alone. All of their family had been destroyed so there would be no one to care for the small child. One day, when her and her parents were out gathering food, a group of Biotians ambushed them. How they got in, no one may ever know, but they held her, her parents, and a few others captive. Torturing them whenever they got the chance. They gave most of their prisoners various virus’. Her and her father they kept virus free, obviously having some other plan for them. She slowly watched her mother as the virus swallowed her. One day, her father had, had enough. He devised a plan to escape, but it would only work once, and only one person could escape. That person was to be Brynn. Before she could taste freedom she heard her father scream out in pain, she turned and saw him being strangled by the vine from a plant. Her parents died before they could ever tell her, her last name. She didn’t even know her parents real names. They were always called by their ‘tribal names’, which she can barely remember either.
Sample Writing: Eye’s flutter open, hands grope out at either side and a body rises from the whirlwind. Brynn yawned as quietly as she could and stood up, stretching again. Twigs cracked not too far from her, she spun around and clenched her fists by her side, the brand on her wrist stinging briefly before she closed her mind off to the sensation. Taking a deep breath in she closed her eyes and moved her hands in a circular motion towards the ground, forming a small cloud. Hopping onto it she willed herself upwards and landed gently and silently on a tree branch, high enough that she would not be seen, but low enough that she could see her on coming attacker.
Something rustled the nearby brush; she stiffened and held back a cry. Holding onto the tree tightly she lowered herself some, trying to get a better look, though nothing was exactly visible yet. A small animal emerged from the brush, causing Brynn to exhale deeply and shake her head, laughing to herself softly. She could be such a fool at times, but she always had to be on her guard, no matter what. Creating another cloud she came down from the tree and looked around, still being cautious. Once she was sure everything was okay she headed out, on her way once more to find those that had taken her childhood.
Re: Stranded « Result #2 on Jul 24, 2007, 10:46pm »
Cyron briefly opened his eyes a bit at the mention of Arinna's cut, but slowly closed them again. Getting no response he remained quiet, and only half listened to everything else. Rest eluded him, even though he felt like he could just fall over unconscious at any second. Rather he was now stuck in a sort of swirl of thoughts, most of them ones that had already recurred before. It was rather annoying really, but he supposed he preferred it over talking them out with the other two. He was content, even if he was exhausted, and yet at the same time slightly nervous about what might lie ahead. These thoughts and emotions continued to come to him as he sat there, silent and motionless.
Re: Stranded « Result #3 on Jul 24, 2007, 10:32pm »
Guile gave a weak smile and fell back against the wall again, "At least you didn't need me to sew it up, i'm afraid i'm no good with a needle and thread."he said with a very faint attempt at humor before he closed his eyes again, subconsciously he attempted to form some electricity in his hand, but all that resulted were a few weak sparks.
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Re: Stranded « Result #4 on Jul 24, 2007, 10:28pm »
Arinna opened her eyes as Guile knelt down next to her and made a field bandage for her head. She gasped and flinched as he applied pressure to the cut, sending fierce jolts of pain through her head. When he was finished, she looked up at him with as much gratitude as she could muster and said, Thanks...I think.
Re: Stranded « Result #5 on Jul 24, 2007, 10:21pm »
Guile opened his eyes a little and noticed a cut on Arinna's head had begun to bleed. He slowly got up and moved over to her, "Here, let me take care of that cut for you. The sand will only make it worse." he said, pulling out a spare shirt tearing it into strips and folding a few to make a pad and used another as a wrapping, applying gentle pressure to the wound, "I guess it's lucky that the only training i went through in the military was basic first aid." he said with a feeble laugh, "There you go, it should heal a little easier now."
Re: Stranded « Result #6 on Jul 24, 2007, 10:06pm »
Cyron, who by now was half asleep, overheard Guile's plea. His eyes still closed as he heard the other two plop down as well, he responded dully, "If it does, you can hardly expect there to be any rain for Arinna's sake. Snowfall's out of the question by far." If it had even been intended to be a joke, it really hadn't come out as one. He continued on, perhaps with a bit more practicality. "At any rate, get all the rest you can. Nighttime will be our only chance to travel, and the sooner we can the better." He doubted that he or they would be able to get much at all, but they did have all day. Funny to think that so much had already happened today, and yet it all happened within a few hours after dawn. Depending upon where they were moved, of course, affected how much daylight was left, but if they were still on Neogea, then the best bet was that they were in Geotiana to the south of Hydrotia and thus might not have lost much time.
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Re: Stranded « Result #7 on Jul 24, 2007, 9:46pm »
Arinna watched as Cyron and Guile made their shelter, still fighting dizziness and not really knowing what she could do to help. Once they had finished, Arinna staggered into the sand-cave and collapsed against one of the walls, unable to go farther in than a few steps. Sitting against the wall, Arinna closed her eyes and just sat still as her head throbbed again. She sat there unmoving, not even caring that the cut on her forehead had started bleeding again down the side of her face.
Re: Stranded « Result #8 on Jul 24, 2007, 9:29pm »
Guile collapsed against one of the walls with a deep exhale, "I hope storms are frequent here, i'm not liking having this low power when we're probably being hunted by malice." he closed his eyes, enjoying the coolness and trying to regain some energy.
Re: Stranded « Result #9 on Jul 19, 2007, 12:28am »
"Thats fine..." he muttered. He didn't see how ice would stand up for very long in this kind of environment, but anything if it held up chances for survival. He set off to find one and it was at least half an hour of trudging through sand and over dunes until he found one that was suitable. It was a giant piece of the island, held together by the roots of several small trees that now lied shoved into the sand. It had a sharp overhang to provide decent shade and shelter, and after some digging both into the sand and a bit deeper into the chunk itself, it provided a decent and cooler shelter. He had glazed the interior of it with a coating of ice, which, although slowly beginning to melt, provided more stability and coolness. Finally finished, he sat down in a corner for some much needed rest. The other two had seemed to have shared his sentiments.
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