I bring this up because I don’t want us to be grating against one another and getting frustrated because we have differing ideas on what the tone of the RP will and should be like
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
While yes id love to just Phineas and Ferb my way to victory that wouldn't make sense if we were being chased all of the sudden. In that case what's on hand would be the most prevalent besides what you would easily find in the area.
But if we're at HQ where we would have time to prepare he would have a work bench and more resources.
In a heated situation he would rely on the team more heavily, but if there's more time to prepare and set up he would be capable on his own.
Practice: non-practicing Tools and Equipment: none
Abilities: Roofing and construction. He's good with a nail gun and isn't afraid of heights.
Biography: You killed her, you know.
He could feel it, he always could. It started like a cold drip down the back of his neck, trailing down his spine. It warmed up as it moved down his back - warm and oily, viscous, sticky. He could try to wipe it off, but it was never there. It always came back, though.
And it was always right.
You killed her. She died because of you. If it hadn't been for you, she would still be alive.
People told him it hadn't been his fault. People lied, though, they always did. The shadows never lied, though - they whispered the truth, over and over. Sometimes when he was at work, sometimes when he was in bed lying awake, trying to sleep, failing. Sometimes when he held the baby, his baby, his weapon of murder. Those were the times that scared him, most of all, when it came so close to the baby.
He'd killed her, with that baby.
The doctors had tried to save her, but it hadn't been enough. If it hadn't been for him, for his mistakes, his hopes, his promises. He'd promised to be a father, to help her, care for her, marry her. They'd be a family. They could make it, it would be all right.
It wasn't all right, though, because his words couldn't keep her alive. All those words had only paved the path for her death, her murder.
All your fault. She's dead, and you're here. She deserved to live. She deserved to be here, but she isn't, she never will be. You killed her.
Murderer.
Appearance: Short black hair, brown eyes. Slightly above average height, a muscular build, especially in the shoulders and upper arms.
CS Name: Emmeranne Amaris Age: 25 Gender: Female Practice: Curse Weaver Tools and Equipment: Emma possesses four cursed objects: a hematite necklace with a purple fluorite gemstone that can be used to weaken Noroi, a clear quartz earring for sensing the Noroi, a black tourmaline circlet for protecting the mind from the mental corruption caused by the Noroi, and an obsidian bracelet for dispelling the Noroi (further explanation in Abilities).
Emma occasionally creates other talismans and tests them in the field from time to time, but the four listed above are always in her possession when leaving for a mission.
She carries a Roman pugio (dagger) for dispatching Noroi that she retains to memorialize her lifelong. She also carries a standard flashlight on her as well.
Abilities: Emma is able to create talismans through her curse weaving. Her talismans can provide useful effects at the cost of a person's energies (which she has decided to call mana), effectively draining them to achieve the intended effect. Because her talismans require concentration to maintain, it is very unlikely to die from the drain effect since she would go unconscious far before death would be a risk.
The necklace Emma wears can weaken Noroi. Depending on the strength of the Noroi, they can even be reduced to a catatonic state while stronger ones will be slower and less volatile. The stronger the Noroi, the more this effect can be resisted and do far more harm than good for her.
Her earring does not require much mana, but she must maintain a significant level of concentration to be able to sense Noroi. To do this, almost all external stimuli has to be shut out meaning that she would need to have her eyes closed and she cannot be moving. This sense works by creating a temporary psychic link between herself and the Noroi, so she is able to maintain this effect for a short period after breaking her concentration from the spell. She can also gauge the strength of her target, although this is more of a result of experience than the talisman itself. Certain Noroi can try to exploit this psychic link.
The circlet she wears fortifies her mind from corruption when creating mental links with particularly volatile Noroi. It isn't complete protection, but it should be enough to prevent what happened last time.
Besides the dagger she wields, Emma's bracelet is her one offensive ability for dealing with the Noroi. Although it is more of a last resort than anything else due to the ill effects it has when used. The bracelet can dispel almost any Noroi at the cost of corrupting her mind and body. Since it's first use, the bracelet has been forever bound to her left wrist.
Biography: To say Emmeranne's life was anything but abnormal would be a bold-faced lie. Her curse weaving ability had led to many an object being cursed with anything from a dizzy spell to bad luck. Thankfully, they were mostly harmless curses with the exception of the occasional cuts, bruises and broken bones, y'know... nothing serious.
One day, Emma came across an old journal from a distant ancestor about their curse weaving and how they were able to control and harness it. At first the premise of the journal sounded ridiculous to her because it was just a combination of bad luck and a lack of coordination that plagued her. Or so she thought. The journal was uncanny in its ability to explain the mysterious happenings she was experiencing. It also served as her introduction into the Noroi mythos.
Eventually, Emma brought Nico, her childhood friend, up to speed about her abilities and the contents of the journal. Despite some initial skepticism, Nico was sold on the idea of ghost hunting, well... Noroi hunting more like. While Emma would create and test her talismans, Nico would protect her and dispatch any potentially dangerous Noroi with his Roman pugio.
For the most part, Noroi were difficult to find. By the time they graduated high school, Emma and Nico had been semi-regularly seeking out Noroi for two years. In that time, they had only come across five. All of which were relatively weak and easy to deal with, especially with the help of her talismans.
A couple months shy of her 21st birthday, Emmeranne finished the bracelet meant to dispel Noroi with only a single thought. She figured that instead of constantly using her own mana to power the effects of her talismans, she could harness the residual energy of dying Noroi to end other Noroi spirits painlessly. In theory, it was the perfect tool for hunting Noroi. So she thought.
It's hard for Emma to recall what happened that night, but the Noroi they faced was far stronger than they were equipped to handle. For the most part, Noroi had not reacted to the psychic link that her earring talisman created. This one on the other hand lashed out at her mind, all the fear, hate, resentment, anger, and pain within this Noroi was forced upon Emma's mind leaving her all but fractured. In a momentary bout of lucidity, she was able to use the bracelet to completely dispel the Noroi, but it was already too late for Nico.
She awoke several weeks later, apparently the priest that gave them the tip about this Noroi became concerned after they had been missing for a few days. Though her physical recovery took only a couple months, the mental recovery lasted for several months before she could finally feel some semblance of herself again. Beyond that, she began traveling, doing odd jobs here and there to get by, occasionally helping others out with their Noroi related problems.
Appearance: Emmeranne is five-and-a-half feet tall with fierce gray-green eyes and flowing locks of black hair. Alongside her bracelet, Emma seems to have tendrils of darkness wrapped around her left arm reaching up to her shoulder. The marks absorb almost all light and heavily contrasts against her pale skin.
Name: Kinzie Harrier Age: 30 Gender: Female Practice: Sin Eater A Noroi of obsession. This Noroi's particular obsession happened to be cramming itself in the smallest of places. Tools and Equipment:
Rebels Snow: An antique knife that Kinzie 'accidentally' stole from the library she had restored.
She always has a small notebook to scribble in.
Kinzie always has her ceramic mug on her person, in a little brown pouch.
Abilities:
Necro-Potence: Once per day Kinzie can become incredibly proficient at a skill or topic, so long as she reads about it. After two hours, Kinzie's proficiency rapidly begins to decrease by the hour. With a cup of coffee however she can "pause" the diminishing rate by an hour.
Ghoulish: Much like the Noroi she accidentally ingested, Kinzie has an obsession. Coffee. In order for her to function with her day-to-day responsibilities. Without consuming a grotesque amount she can't hope to even use 'Necro-Potence'.
Biography:
The world is scary, full of monsters and creatures that lurk in shadows and barrows. The Noroi are only a thin layer. That's how Kinzie sees it.
From a young age she's always had a fascination with the occult. Her parents being librarians Kinzie has always had access to large sums of literature just at her finger tips. And not just novellas, but comic books too! Her school life was anything but ordinary. She wasn't bullied and found a small, yet supportive group of friends. Outside of her concentrated social circle Kinzie kept to herself. With dreams of becoming a well-respected author. Kinzie loved horror specifically and that's where she wanted to shine. She upgraded from a reader, to writer. And the transition had her even more isolated. When she wasn't working at the library, she was up at the dead of night, hooked on her favorite brew in her room. Writing. Whatever demented and twisted tales could curl toes and accelerate the heart came to mind. Over the years life moved at a still pace.
For some time the fires of inspiration and motivation dwindled. Her dream felt it was drifting farther with the passage of time. Doubts creeped in. Her writing suffered. Maybe, this wasn't really her purpose in life?
Then it happened, tragedy struck. Someone spiked her drink when she wasn't looking...somehow...in her room where she was alone. It was a night of empty ideas, blank paper and lots of hair pulling. A Noroi that happened to be skulking about decided that it would rest itself within the warm contents of her favorite mug. That was until she chugged the whole damn thing down.
It was from that point on, she learned about a hidden world of spirits. Learning about this new world, the fires of motivation rekindled themselves. This was divine intervention of some sort. A call to action! Kinzie took this as a message. She wanted to learn more about Noroi, she wanted to see more Noroi and use them as inspiration to write her stories. From that point onward she went out to explore the world with a book under arm. It's been a few years since then.