Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Violet [ open ]

[Miss Murder]

First template I've made from scratch in quite some time. The bio isn't necessarily her final biography by the by; I intend to revise it.

Anyone can take up this challenge unless their character's powers include blowing up universes. Within reason, anything else is fine. It should be noted that I'm making this challenge in an attempt to cure my currently rusty writing style. Have fun with this, mmk? ; )

I'll edit this post with the template and location after a challenger emerges and is accepted by yours truly.

Until then,
- Lycian

[silent one]

I'll take you one if you want.

[Lunar Rain]

It would be an honor to participate in your character's first battle. I have a new one as well that needs to use some training.

Mind if I partake?

[Miss Murder]

I'd be happy to battle either one of you, but since silent one asked first ... post your template.

And I'd prefer this to be a one-on-one this time. Next time, Lunar? : )

[Lunar Rain]

Sure, i'll be watching though.

[silent one]

Sorry for the delay.

Name: Suixl

Alias: ZX Rider

Age: 19

Race: Human

Appearance: Shoulder length spiky black hair, hazel eyes, tone muscles, barefoot, blue cargo pants, red vest, 6'0, 150lbs, light tan skin tone, and silver locket around his neck with Family inscribed on it.

Personality: Calm and care free almost seems as though he doesn't have a care in the world. He’s very silly at times too even in the middle of a battle. Around his brothers is he the same thing.

Bio: A surfer who with years of training perfected his own fighting styles known as X, Z and ZX style. These styles he modeled after his favorite hobby surfing. Suixl took his surfboards to his brother Meijin who upgraded them to become surfblades. Suixl and his brother Ziacx always fought over who controlled water and ice better so one day they decided to fight with only their weapons. In the end they both ended in a tie and still to this day they still can’t agree on whose stronger. Girouette helped Suixl name his first surfblade Cool Wave while Laeih named the stronger one Raging Sea.

Weapon(s):

Cool Wave: A Weighted Katana with a blade that looks like an edged surfboard with a gentle ocean marked on it. X and Z are the styles used with this surfblade.

Raging Sea: Looks like Cool Wave But is heavier and has the markings of red, blue and yellow waves colliding at the tip of it and the hilt had his name written in white. ZX is the style used with this surfblade.

Abilities: Suixl controls the powers of water. He is able to uses the hydrogen and oxygen in the air to create water. He also uses the water from his body in dire situations. His mastery of water also allows him to control its temperature able to turn water into ice or gas as he wishes.

Three Waters: When using Raging Sea Suixl can use new types of water known as Three Waters. Each water has a different color red, blue and yellow. Each color represents matter in three forms solid, liquid and gas and changes from each one or in serious situations can become all three at once.

White Water: This form of water is the combination of Three Waters and is a Soquidas, or solid, liquid, gas. Its power is a great asset to Suixl as it is used in his ultimate water attack Raging Sea Strike.

Silver-Black Water: This is the final form of Suixl’s special water which only shows up when Suixl’s life is in grave danger. The properties of this water are that of legend as it can heal the owner of it of any ailment and fatigue. It’s power is almost unmatched amongst others.

[Miss Murder]

Name: Commonly known as Violet.
Associates with the term: Exitus Absit [ God forbid the End ]
Age: In human years, 21.
Pure or Mixed Race: Pure
Race: Perfection Alahanian
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alahana
Allegiance: Perfections

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 114 lbs.
Complexion: Tan but fair; nearly flawless.
Build: Thin and agile.
Eyes: Large and strikingly violet in color.
Hair: Ebony in color, reaching to her upper-back.
Distinguishing features: An eye-sized hole in her right palm. A small black tattoo on the back of her neck in the shape of a gothic-font “P”.

Relations:
Parentage – Housed by a woman known, in English, as Tamerin and a man called Siegfried. [ Deceased ]
Siblings – The other Perfections created with her. In one sense, the Alternates could be considered her siblings.
Married – Considered married to Vincent, otherwise known as Emerald. [ Deceased ]
Children – None to speak of.

Clothing: Currently, Violet is wearing Earthly clothing. This consists of a pair of tight grey jeans, a white spaghetti-strap top, and a black and gray hooded sweatshirt that is currently zipped halfway up. A pair of white and black shoes nearly complete this almost colorless ensemble. Due to the all too obvious hole in her right hand, she wears a pair of fingerless black knit gloves. Although she doesn’t always find it necessary to wear something over her right hand if she can help it, today was just one of those days where you want to keep a “low profile” of sorts. Over her right handed glove, she wears a studded metal bracelet. Violet, by now, has had so many different outfits to fit different places where she travels, there’s little that isn’t new to her to wear. But today comes with a pretty simplistic outfit, for her standards. The outfit is topped off by a necklace with a small purple metal mushroom on the bottom.

Temperament: Violet is quite an honorable person, albeit “strange” by human standards. She is quite a quiet person, preferring to keep to herself and to avoid saying useless things. But when she speaks, you can be sure it is something of value. She is a very artistic, even in human terms, and a musical person, enjoying the comforts expression oneself in poetry, art, and music can bring. Violet as a sense of elegance about her person, a sort of silent aristocratic presence. She has a strong dislike for dishonorable murderers and those of the sort. Never in her wildest dreams would she murder someone, for example, who sleeps. One of her greatest flaws, however, is her pride. Even though she is quiet, she is by no means a humble person.

Likes:
Music
Art
Surrealism
Poetry

Dislikes:
Humidity
Guns
Ignorance
Judgmental people

Armaments:
Ace of Spades / Nine of Hearts: Quite simply, she carries with her at all times two cards. One is supposedly an ace of spades, the other a nine of hearts. The reason behind these cards being in her possession is unknown, but they are said to be some sort of weapon relevant to her name and title.

Drug: The drug known simply as the Drug was given to Violet while on her home planet. Specifically, it is closer to a form of “medication” than a drug, but is commonly referred to by the latter. When she uses it, the drug extremely increases her speed, strength, and how often she can use her greater powers. When she is under the influence of it, she is able to use her larger powers twice as often ( twice the page number limit of norm ). The effects of the drug are not everlasting, though. They only last for a set period of time. ( One page ). After the effects of the drug pass, Violet is not able to use it again for some time. ( Three pages ). Otherwise, she has the physical strength equivalent to that of a human, though she naturally has higher speed and agility than humans. She keeps a near constant supply with her at all times. Its quantity is near constant due to the simple process in which the drug is made, the details of which are unknown.

Caelestis [ Cael ]: A weapon with near a mind of its own, whose molecular construction can be altered and changed in a transformation process. At Violet’s command, Cael can transform and extend to meet its targets, and even change its own density by effecting how fast the molecules it is made of move. Of course, the molecular transformations can only take place ever so often, lest they become unstable. In its natural form. Cael takes the form of a long, curved blade that is somewhere between a scimitar and a scythe, save for its blade being less dramatically curved and much longer. There are strange – strange to humans, of course – markings on the blade of Cael of enchanted origins that render it impervious to shattering. The blade can be immersed in ridiculously high temperatures, or be hammered on by the most skilled of smiths, or travel into countless battles, but emerge unscathed every time. It is Violet’s most favored weapon.

Powers:
Increased gravitational barrier: Violet has certain powers that, under normal conditions, are always active. These powers are that of greatly increased gravity and lack of oxygen around her entire being. Due to the fact that the Perfection race evolved without the necessity of breathable oxygen, this does not directly influence her. In fact, the created “barrier” of sorts is there to protect her from any possible diseases in separate worlds’ air, acting as both a barrier and a filter. Because of this, Violet is able to breath and live in different worlds, underwater, and even in areas such as fire. She would be unaffected by fire do to the simple fact that fire cannot burn without oxygen.

Psychokinesis: Violet is able to alter the positions of physical objects and things such as the positions of fire and water, wind, etc. She is able to both move these objects and directly alter their masses, to either increase the density of an object so that it is extremely light or heavy, or even change how large a flame is, from something as small as a candle flame to a raging inferno. Although the larger changes can tire her out more. When she uses greater powers more often, hallucinations can occur. Whether these are positive or negative for her have yet to be defined. She is also able, though not nearly as often as other powers, to alter the space around her, and thus directly influence distances between her and other objects or people.

Healing: Violet has healing powers as well as physical ones. She can almost completely heal herself by “time-jumping”; altering the time line around her to basically time travel. All that this causes, though, is a mere “hallucination” of the past. Briefly, she immerses herself into a different dimension with a separate time line than the current one, where she is able to rapidly heal herself. She can only stay in this window, of sorts, for a limited amount of time before returning to the “present”. This healing process is very rare, though, and she normally only heals herself when absolutely necessary, at the risk of permanently altering the time-line and shutting herself in at the alternate one. To some, the power is known more as space jumping, or altering the reality around oneself briefly for a rapid process of healing.

Low-level divination: Upon looking through the hole in her right hand, Violet is able to briefly view either the past or the future. Although this isn’t particularly useful in battle, it is a skill that she holds due to past events. The wound also holds other qualities; if she looks through it while looking at a person, she is able to “see them for what they truly are.” Instead of reading their minds, she reads their hearts.

Elemental Tunes: She has basic control over the elements, extensions, and different forms of matter. [ Different matter forms = water to ice to mist. ] However, she cannot control all the different forms of matter at the same time. This power is influenced by whatever genre of music she is currently listening to. The relations of genre to element are currently unknown. But it is known that for whatever element is currently under her control, she can alter it to its different forms of being with expertise and ease.

History:

– Beginnings –

In the beginning, there were thirty-six embryos who would, in time, become those known as the first Perfections. On the other end of the spectrum, there were thirty-six embryos who would become known as the Alternates. The Perfections would live up to their name in almost every sense of the word; they would be smart, cunning, beautiful, and powerful with the potential to become the greatest weapons of war Alahana had ever known. The Alternates’ fates were to be mere slaves to the upper and middle class of Alahana society.

The thirty-six Perfection embryos were kept separate by colors they were given. Those colors would, when the embryos grew into actual beings, be the color of their eyes. Karmin, known to the scientists as Violet, was among those embryos. A Perfection would later be held in society as something almost above most Alahanians. The Alternates would be little better than animals.

To be properly grown, both Perfections and Alternates had to have designated Givers; donors who would basically give their life force so that new beings could grow. Most of the Givers were elderly people who willingly gave the last of their lives for what they believed was a “better cause” than their current lifestyles. The men and women in charge of the Perfection and Alternate processes never let the Givers know where their life forces were being given to; all Givers thought they were donating for a Perfection. Often the Alternates were not as well looked after as the Perfections, so quite often as they grew their organs were not as functional as would be normal. To solve this problem, the scientists would take organs from condemned criminals to use for when the beings had grown more. Even this soon in their lifetimes, the Alternates and Perfections had caused many deaths in Alahana.

Even before their “birth”, the male and female Perfections were paired with each other. Although all of them were free-thinking beings, near geniuses, the scientists decided to hold the right to decide who they were to love, and who they were to hate. Nothing else was decided for the Perfections, and their free will was not tampered with any further than that horrible restriction.

Immediately, when they were old enough, all the Perfections and Alternates were placed in homes throughout Alahana. These homes were inhabited by people who had volunteered to take care of one Perfection and house one Alternate. Needless to say, much more care and kindness was given to the Perfection of the household than the Alternate. If a family was particularly wealthy, they left their Alternate with the care of their maids or servants, and took care of their Perfection as if he or she were their own child. Which, in a sense, they were.

At a young age, all Perfections were introduced to the Drug, which would be used on them later on in their lives if they were to ever become weapons of war. All of them were given constant supplies of the drug to keep with them at all times. They are constant because the drug cartridges and filters that process the drug are powered by the blood of the person they are given to. Indeed, the Drug is created from Perfection blood. It is both a powerful hallucinogen and power-inducer, not only making the consumer feel far more powerful, but granting that as well. There are many mysteries linked with the Drug, but little is proven knowledge about it. Thus, there is little well-known facts about it, save for that it is consumed in the form of liquid and transferred into the body by small tubes in the back of the neck. Where the drug comes from, however, is unknown. Of course, their blood is not necessary for them to live. Simply because all in Alahana do not require air to breathe, and thus to not require oxygen-carrying blood cells in their bodies. Their natural body defense systems are so powerful, it is not a requirement.

Violet grew up in a household with a woman volunteer called Tamerin and her husband Siegfried. The Alternate in their home, a boy, was never referred to by his name. All of the people in the household simply called him the Alternate, save for Violet herself. She was the only person who called him by his true name. Tamerin and Siegfried rose Violet and educated her, even about her origins. No secrets were kept from Perfections. Soon enough, she grew to realize exactly how unfair the Alahanian society was. After all, the Perfections and Alternates were nearly from the same origins, save for the different details used to treat and take care of them. And save for the different tattoos on the back of their necks; Perfections had “P’s” and Alternates “A’s”.

Even at the age of thirteen, the girl knew that there really was little difference between Perfections and Alternates, although she seemed to have a natural dislike for them. She knew not why. The Alternates, of course, were not as well-educated as the Perfections, but that was hardly a significant difference between them. When Violet looked at the boy Alternate in the household, she saw nothing less than a normal Alahanian. Thus, the uncalled for hatred made no sense to her. As she grew, though, that hatred dimmed and was replaced by an undeniable urge to fight back against the unjust society she lived in.

– Maturing –

When she was fifteen, Violet was introduced to a boy her age known as Emerald. Immediately by his name, Violet knew he was a Perfection like herself. She could have easily recognized another Perfection anyway, by the intimate sense of familiarity that existed between them. That same feeling existed when a Perfection looked upon an Alternate, but it was mixed with feelings of hatred. Violet and Emerald had both been educated on the Perfection past, and knew that they had been paired together at their creation. It hardly mattered, though, since the pairs were simply meant to look out for each other if any one of them was in danger. This meant that the Perfections, when together, had a natural defense system. But of course, no one in Alahana would dare dream of harming a Perfection, or even trying. It would merely be sealing a death warrant, if not with the victim Perfection, than with the government.

As they got to know each other better, Violet and Emerald realized that they both held a dislike for their society, and both knew that something was horribly wrong with it. This feeling of kinship ignited an immediate friendship between the two, one which did not die down as they matured together into adulthood.

One day, Violet was walking down the streets of her hometown Alahanian city, when she heard music coming from a side street. Walking towards it, she could pick out separate pieces of the lyrics;

Don’t get sentimental
it always ends up drivel
One day I am gonna grow wings ...

Immediately, Violet loved this formerly foreign music. When the song was finished, she approached the musician. “Where is that music from?” she asked, since it clearly was not Alahanian music. The bearded musician, a rough-looking man but one with kind eyes, replied, “Earth. A separate planet from ours.” Violet had heard of different planets, and knew that travelers in Alahana could jump to different places in space and travel to them, but she had never had the opportunity to do it herself. Mainly because she did not have the powers, although Perfections were assigned different powers at their creations. Violet had nearly perfected hers, but she did not have the power of space-jumping.

Emerald, on the other hand, did. All of a sudden, Violet had an excellent idea for what she was to do with her life. Of course, she did not want to stay at a place such as Alahana if she could not alter its society.

– Traveling –

Emerald loved the idea of traveling to different planets, and even perfect his space-jumping power to travel through different dimensions. Violet knew that all Perfections had a minor form of the space-jumping power at their disposal, but most only had it to use in dire situations. But then there were people such as Emerald, who could use it, when trained properly, at any point in time.

And so, they traveled together, leaving Alahana behind. At first, it was a dream come true. They traveled to and adapted to many different places, learning different cultures and appreciating different societies as they never could before. Best of all, they could leave their former lives behind and start anew at every new place they came new.

Yes, at first, it was paradise. But then tragedy struck, as tragedy often tends to do. A more heartfelt story was never recorded – because no record of this tragedy was ever recorded. What is known, though, is that one particular trip ended with Emerald’s death. The death of Perfection, who age at half the rate of normal Alahanians, is a very sad occasion indeed. Sadder still is the reaction of the deceased’s partner, in this case, Violet.

– Afterward –

It is said that she never returned to Alahana after that trip, but honed her own space-jumping skills enough to be able to traverse quickly between dimensions and planets, but not as often as Emerald was able to, nor for as long of distances. It is also said by others that Violet did, in fact, return to Alahana at one point in time to pick up the weapon that was designated for her – a weapon known as Cael – and a small Drug processing system, for if she ever needed it.

She returned to that planet where Emerald was killed – a planet known as Earth. Vaguely Violet recalled the musician saying his music originated from this hellish place. She could hardly believe something so beautiful came from a place so twisted and dark. Even the unjust society of Alahana seemed better than this place, but Violet knew she could not return there. That is, not before she had vengeance on the man who had murdered Emerald by means unknown.

It didn’t take long for Violet to find the man and murder him. Alas, in the process, she received a fatal wound that would forever remain – she was shot through her right hand, but, by some possibly Perfection-related miracle, her hand was still usable. But it seemed to now have some strange enchanted quality that introduced a whole new power to Violet’s disposal – the ability to see the future and the past, and to read emotions. This power, at first, was not very useful to Violet. But at times, it could be somewhat useful.

All records of Violet stop at Earth, so it is supposed that she still resides there.

But this was only the beginning.

Theme Song: Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead

History and Homeworld are to change.
Be aware that though a fair amount of powers are listed, she is mild power. If you have any problems with the temp, speak out. I'll wait for you to confirm this before continuing. Fine by you if I choose the location, or would you like to? I'll make the first post in any case.

[silent one]

I approve of your template and go ahead and make the first post. Also it's fine if you choose the location.

[Stavvy]

I wanna ref! LEMME REF!

[Miss Murder]

The night. Illuminated by the moon hanging high in the sky above such a strange place, row upon row of buildings reached towards the heavens. The city of Kaicin, but referred to by the majority of its undesirable citizend the city of Kaisen - literally the city of an outbreak of war, was long past its glory days. Now revolution was on the horizon for the dictatorship the once great city had become. Alas, now filth clotted the streets and hate filled the hearts of many a once well-respected persons.

Now pollution made the skies dark and the air reek as if the very heavens were rotting with Kaisen. It was once the greatest city of Alahana, full of potential - a golden city of hope and, esentially, dreams. That is, until the War. It nearly destroyed the city and wiped out the Alahanians living there. A civil war of eastern Alahana. But eventually the War ended and, somehow, life remained, albeit a lesser life than what once thrived.

With the ending of the War, the beginning of the Perfections arrived and the beginnings of the Alternates. Now one of the former stood atop a rooftop in Kaisen, surveying the landscape. The dictatorship of Kaisen was ending; revolutionaries were rising up and many other people were joining the revolt. Until now, minor fights had littered the city entirely, but now people were becoming organized. Many an Alternate, if not all, were part of the revolution. Even some Perfections were a part of the revolutionary "army", of sorts.

But Violet knew that her Perfection brothers and sisters would not, could not, remain on the opposing side of the Government. Its controlling grasp held all of them in check - save, of course, for Violet. She was supposed dead the last they had heard of her, and was no longer controlled by the Government. It should have felt like freedom to her, but it did not. She could no longer be with the people she had once loved, or actually take part in the everyday life, corrupted though it was, of Kaisen. She could only watch.

But tonight - or was it today? It was very difficult to tell with the sky clouded over by purple clouds constantly - something in the rancid air felt different. Violet knew that today, or perhaps tomorrow, was the day of revolution of Kaisen. The city would tear itself apart and eventually build itself up once more, from scratch. It would be reborn, cleansed of hate and filth, and start once again down the path of its ultimate destruction.

Still, it seemed to Violet as she stood on the rooftop, that something else was brewing in the air this day. What it was, Violet did not know. But she was perfectly capable of knowing that it was something important.

Something.

Not very long but it will have to do.

[silent one]

ooc: sorry for the delay i had internet issues. And D2L hey its been a while.

ic: Sadness that is what Suixl felt as he walked through the city streets of Kaisen. He had heard of this fair city when he was younger and thought it would be the place of great warriors but all he sees now is a city full of husks. Suixl felt that walking through these streets dressed as he was would garner unwanted attention. So he decided to make his way through th back alleys in hopes that no one would see what he was about to do. He pulled out from what seemed like thin air his surfblade: Cool Wave, which he used to help himself get a bird's eye view of the city. Now above the city he decided to wander around to see if he could find anyone interesting.

After a many good while searching he found a woman standing on a rooftop looking down on the city with a look that held many emotions. Suixl decided to get a closer look and rode Cool Wave down to the rooftop landing just a few feet away from the woman he saw. "Um excuse me Miss. Are you alright?"

[Miss Murder]

Sorry for the wait silent one but could you wait a little longer? I've been terribly busy this week and haven't had time to come up with a halfway decent post. But I can almost guarantee one by the end of the week. =)

Will probably edit this post.

loledit:
Aaron, you may certianly judge if it's fine with silent one. And sorry for this short post. It's the best I can do right now, I'm afraid.

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Violet heard the man coming far before she saw him. The wind whistling past his - what was it? Ah, of course - his surfboard which held some obviously strange qualities quite foreign to the traditional surfboard nature. Not to mention his blatantly odd clothing that someone like Violet could see - with their peripheral vision, of course - from a mile away. Yes, the man was not of a stealthy nature. Nor did he hold particularly ninga-like qualities, but his strange surfboard inticed Violet immediately.

"Um excuse me Miss. Are you alright?" asked the man. At first, Violet did not respond. She continued gazing out at her ruined city for some time with unblinking purple eyes before turning to the man.

"Perfectly so," she said in her interestingly melodic voice that had formerly been described by her late lover as a pure voice of wind, fire and angels. Due to the fact that she had not gotten a very good look at the man when she had glimpsed him, Violet now briefly examined him in his entirety. Barefoot, in a city such as this? Was this man a fool? Perhaps he was simply unaccustomed to the new city of Kaisen. In any case, he certainly did not fit in.

It was his clearly foreign appearance that prompted Violet to ask, "What is your name? And what is your purpose in this city?"

[silent one]

ooc: sorry for the short post but im a little empty headed right now. lol

Suixl now had a good look at the woman who had turn around after answering his question. After giving him a good once over she asked him a question as well. Suxil heard the tone in her voice and decided to answer it without hesitation or worry. "The name's Suixl. Im here to battle strong people in this city, braugh." He said showing off his surfer accent in his words. He got off his surfblade and put it on his back. "So who're ya?" He asked curiously. "Are ya strong?"

[Miss Murder]

A rancid wind unsettled dust atop the rooftop where Violet and the man who had introduced himself as Suixl stood. Normally the dust would have blown into an everyday Earthling's eyes and stung them, but Violet's eyes had become accustomed to such dirty particles. "Suixl, hmm?" Violet said in a whisper, lowering her eyes as she did so. "What a strange name." You see, she had become quite used to either Earthling or Alahanian names - incuding, of course, the Perfection's color-oriented names. A name such as this strange but not surprising, considering the man's oddity of an appearance. Nevertheless, Violet had traveled to strange places in the past and had been at least mildly aquainted with things of a foreign nature.

She raised her eyes once more and met Suixl's own. "Why would you come to a corpse of place such as Kaisen to simply find a battle opponent? You must have more important things to do with your time." Violet had known people of aggressive natures before, but she could not understand why someone would travel to a planet to seek opponents for battle. She could understand why two people willing for battle could come across each other, but why go searching out in distant planets for one? Was this man truly that powerful? Violet could not judge simply by his apperance. His way of talking suggested childishness but not neccesarily weakness.

"And my name is Violet." She hesitated before answering his second questiom. Was she powerful? Of course she was. She was a Perfection. But what was the use of letting this man know that? He had already stated that he was seeking an opponent to battle and obviously if she said that she was powerful, he would want to battle her. That was clear enough. 'I may as well humor him,' she thought.

"Yes, I am powerful," said Violet.

[silent one]

"Cha,Alright then, how 'bout a battle?" Suixl said as he jumped into the air with a whoop and a holler. He then dropped his Cool Wave in mid-air and was now standing upon it. His knees were bent and he looked down towards Violet. "Alright lets get this show on the road. This feels like it'll be a killer swell!" He said throwing in surfer talk as he always did. Now he just waited to see what Violet would do for her first move.