Post by nasnan on Jun 21, 2015 1:02:20 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]nasnan
[attr="class","appc"]age 4
[attr="class","appc"]group djinni
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation contracted
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The boy who summoned you is an idiot. [break][break]
You don't know how he acquired your name--you don't even know how he was able to do this in the first place considering how disgustingly young he was. The cage he yanked you rudely into was flimsy at best, but it somehow still held. You splattered like wet paint against the humming resonating buzzing walls and he had the audacity to flinch back. The fact that you were shrieking screaming screeching probably didn't help his fear.[break][break]
There was good reason for you to be loud, too. Your whole life(?) had been a haze of comfortable oneness and suddenly you were ripped from it and made an individual in the most rough and patch-work ways. You like you think your anger was justified. That anger never really dissipated. Even as he made some sort of contract that prevented you from singing his death, even as you was more or less forced into a body (a not half-bad one, but still not yours). The anger just... shifted.[break][break]
Scathing remarks and shouts became cockiness and dismissal. The kid could barely control what you did--the compulsion was still there, but it was like a thin string on your pinkie rather than shackles on each limb. Every bit of your being yearned to be back home. The years have worn you down. The few dismissals you've gotten have been paradise but that idiot... he just keeps dragging you back. [break][break]
No matter how much you sang howled belted nothing would cut that deceptively weak curl of spider's silk around your finger.
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The boy who summoned you is an idiot. [break][break]
You don't know how he acquired your name--you don't even know how he was able to do this in the first place considering how disgustingly young he was. The cage he yanked you rudely into was flimsy at best, but it somehow still held. You splattered like wet paint against the humming resonating buzzing walls and he had the audacity to flinch back. The fact that you were shrieking screaming screeching probably didn't help his fear.[break][break]
There was good reason for you to be loud, too. Your whole life(?) had been a haze of comfortable oneness and suddenly you were ripped from it and made an individual in the most rough and patch-work ways. You like you think your anger was justified. That anger never really dissipated. Even as he made some sort of contract that prevented you from singing his death, even as you was more or less forced into a body (a not half-bad one, but still not yours). The anger just... shifted.[break][break]
Scathing remarks and shouts became cockiness and dismissal. The kid could barely control what you did--the compulsion was still there, but it was like a thin string on your pinkie rather than shackles on each limb. Every bit of your being yearned to be back home. The years have worn you down. The few dismissals you've gotten have been paradise but that idiot... he just keeps dragging you back. [break][break]
No matter how much you sang howled belted nothing would cut that deceptively weak curl of spider's silk around your finger.
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Your magic centers around sound. Your voice can entice and mesmerize, influence and persuade. Tales of sirens from the time before the rift resound quite nicely with what you could do--including the killing and consuming of unaware sailors. Your ears are sensitive to sound as well, being able to hear across great distances and through thick walls. Your voice can shatter stone and burst metal if given enough power. Unfortunately, due to your prolonged time at Marlin's side, your powers have waned. You cannot hear as far, sing as loud, or persuade as easily. Oh, what you could do if you were in your element...[break][break]
You are very loosely contracted to marlin faye. As he summoned you when he was young and still unlearned, the contract that spans between you is just strong enough to keep your voice from affecting him and to keep your nails away from his neck. Beyond that? It's up to you whether you follow most of his words.
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Your magic centers around sound. Your voice can entice and mesmerize, influence and persuade. Tales of sirens from the time before the rift resound quite nicely with what you could do--including the killing and consuming of unaware sailors. Your ears are sensitive to sound as well, being able to hear across great distances and through thick walls. Your voice can shatter stone and burst metal if given enough power. Unfortunately, due to your prolonged time at Marlin's side, your powers have waned. You cannot hear as far, sing as loud, or persuade as easily. Oh, what you could do if you were in your element...[break][break]
You are very loosely contracted to marlin faye. As he summoned you when he was young and still unlearned, the contract that spans between you is just strong enough to keep your voice from affecting him and to keep your nails away from his neck. Beyond that? It's up to you whether you follow most of his words.
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played by: corvid [break]
face claim: [b]touken ranbu,[/b] [i]kiyomitsu kashuu[/i] - nasnan
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played by: corvid [break]
face claim: [b]touken ranbu,[/b] [i]kiyomitsu kashuu[/i] - nasnan
