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Description

Name: Ashe Hush

Age: 28 (168)

Height: 5’7”

Monster type/species Description: Pritarian- Sound
(closed species created by Blaze-Silvthril )
"A vampyric race of elemental demons, combative and originating from a land embroiled in war. They feed largely on the flesh and blood of other creatures, fangs easily transitioning into a mouth of sharp teeth for the task. The race is amortal, and cease aging after a certain point in their lives."

Grade: Sophomore

Glamor item: short glove (depicted because I’m dumb)

Credit Count: 0

Point Total: see Brighid

Natural weapons: Fangs, feral claws

Trained weapons: daggers (favors chilanum, pictured)

Weakness:
~Holy Water/Items: Since she is a demon, any holy or blessed anything will burn her.

~Salt: If a ring of salt is put around her or even put on her, she can't move and it will burn her.

~Iron: Much like salt and blessed objects, contact with iron objects can burn but to a lesser degree. Metal Pritarians are known to not have the weakness.

~Blood lust: If she goes on too long without feeding she could get weak and compromise her sanity. If that happens, she'll feed on anyone that is around. During this state she is stronger physically, but has no access to her element.

~Tail grab: when her tail is grabbed it can stun her into paralysis for a few seconds.

~Deafen: this negates most of her element powers, but may also trigger a feral mindset similar to blood lust

SKILLS

Major Skills:

Cancellation: Ashe can narrow out all other sounds to pinpoint one specific sound.
Tier 1 - 60ft radius
Tier 2 - 80ft radius

Amplify: Ashe can amplify the volume of any sound she makes.
Tier 1 - up to 110 decibels
Tier 2 - up to 120 decibels

Echo: Ashe can echo back the exact sound she hears. (This doesn't mean she understands what she's saying if it's in a different language or animal speech)
Tier 1 - Up to 10 words/phrases/sounds. Lasts 48 hours.
Tier 2 - 30 words/phrases/sounds.

Drop: In a noisy area, Ashe can pull the soundwaves into herself, then expel outward in a thunderous boom that pushes people away.
Tier 2 - up to 60ft radius, pushes 20ft

Minor Skills:

Mute: She can completely mute herself to other's ears
Tier 1 - 10ft radius
Tier 2 - 20ft radius

Keen Hearing: She can hear at higher resolution than most and at a farther distance.
Tier 1 - 20-35,000hz / 1000 ft
Tier 2 - 14-64,000hz

Distortion: She can alter her pitch if she generally wants to sound different from her usual voice.
Tier 1- minor changes in tone to sound more youthful or even manly. Can only distort her own voice.
Tier 2 - can mimic a speaking voice she's heard for a few hours. Cannot mimic sounds like singing, laughter, or sneezing. Can only speak Pritarian, Dwarven, or common.

Acrobatics: She sure can do some cool maneuvers.
Tier 2 - sophomore levels of improved dexterity.

Personality: Quiet, Calculating, Strong-Willed Melancholy, Rebellious, Anarchist

Ashe always seems to have a lot on her mind. You'll think she's ignoring you entirely and then she suddenly speaks up. If you tell her a secret she'll keep it, though she shares very little about herself. Oddly enough, it's still easy to feel close to her and trust her to have your back and speak the boldest truths.

Character's Background:
She had been an assassin for years. The price of her contract climbed steadily higher with each new successful kill. She was known, yet faceless, a whispered "problem solver" that seemed to sense just when she needed to show up. The more she worked, the more she felt herself withdrawing from the realm at large. Malaara's cruelty, Dulara's politics, Belora's pageantry, and the indifference of all the rest. The only country that held her heart was Skatia. Cold and secluded, yet as industrious as all the rest. No matter where she went it called to her...even though it held her darkest memories.
~*~
There was no time left to dwell on what she was leaving behind. The portal was just ahead and her invite was clutched in her hand. She was sprinting full tilt up the hill, blood splattered over her freckled face and dripped down her injured knee. The pain would have to take a back seat to adrenaline. Behind her the small airship was falling and the inhabitants were screaming. If she didn't make it through, she'd be engulfed in the crash.
This wasn't the contract kill, but it had to be done. This world had to change and all she could do was tap the domino in the right direction. Maybe one day she'd return just to watch the fall, but for now she had to go.
The aircraft collided with the hillside and the impact made her stumble. The smoke and fire and debris came rolling out like a disastrous cloud and she glanced back at it, heaving and panting. Ashe moaned as she pulled herself back up and hop jogged the rest of the way through the closing portal. She leapt through and it closed off just in time to cut off the worst of the explosion. She caught her breath as she limped through the gate. Ahead...a school awaited her arrival.

ROLEPLAY

Roleplay example:
They were all gathered together for another project. All these warzone refugees turned students for the sake of sanctuary. She watched as they argued over the simplest things, delegating jobs and fighting over responsibilities. It was taking so much longer than it needed to. Too many opinions and each one was being taken into account. Why? Was it really necessary to always pipe in your opinion on something? Where was the leader here? Ashe smiled as she realized...there was none.

"What the hell are you smiling at," Loose asked her, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. "Something funny? Damn, you're worse than Cep was. Not a single word this whole time. Not a single contribution." He glared.

The sound pritarian regarded the plasma with a patient blink, the ghost of her grin still at the edge of her lips. "I talk when I want to. I just don't want to talk to you."

Everyone in the room heard her words. Everyone but one...

Discord nickname: soaringmoose#1384
Roleplay Schedule: CST available 5 days a week during graveyard shift

Description

Name: Ashe Hush

Age: 28 (168)

Height: 5’7”

Monster type/species Description: Pritarian- Sound
(closed species created by Blaze-Silvthril )
"A vampyric race of elemental demons, combative and originating from a land embroiled in war. They feed largely on the flesh and blood of other creatures, fangs easily transitioning into a mouth of sharp teeth for the task. The race is amortal, and cease aging after a certain point in their lives."

Grade: Sophomore

Glamor item: short glove (depicted because I’m dumb)

Credit Count: 0

Point Total: see Brighid

Natural weapons: Fangs, feral claws

Trained weapons: daggers (favors chilanum, pictured)

Weakness:
~Holy Water/Items: Since she is a demon, any holy or blessed anything will burn her.

~Salt: If a ring of salt is put around her or even put on her, she can't move and it will burn her.

~Iron: Much like salt and blessed objects, contact with iron objects can burn but to a lesser degree. Metal Pritarians are known to not have the weakness.

~Blood lust: If she goes on too long without feeding she could get weak and compromise her sanity. If that happens, she'll feed on anyone that is around. During this state she is stronger physically, but has no access to her element.

~Tail grab: when her tail is grabbed it can stun her into paralysis for a few seconds.

~Deafen: this negates most of her element powers, but may also trigger a feral mindset similar to blood lust

SKILLS

Major Skills:

Cancellation: Ashe can narrow out all other sounds to pinpoint one specific sound.
Tier 1 - 60ft radius
Tier 2 - 80ft radius

Amplify: Ashe can amplify the volume of any sound she makes.
Tier 1 - up to 110 decibels
Tier 2 - up to 120 decibels

Echo: Ashe can echo back the exact sound she hears. (This doesn't mean she understands what she's saying if it's in a different language or animal speech)
Tier 1 - Up to 10 words/phrases/sounds. Lasts 48 hours.
Tier 2 - 30 words/phrases/sounds.

Drop: In a noisy area, Ashe can pull the soundwaves into herself, then expel outward in a thunderous boom that pushes people away.
Tier 2 - up to 60ft radius, pushes 20ft

Minor Skills:

Mute: She can completely mute herself to other's ears
Tier 1 - 10ft radius
Tier 2 - 20ft radius

Keen Hearing: She can hear at higher resolution than most and at a farther distance.
Tier 1 - 20-35,000hz / 1000 ft
Tier 2 - 14-64,000hz

Distortion: She can alter her pitch if she generally wants to sound different from her usual voice.
Tier 1- minor changes in tone to sound more youthful or even manly. Can only distort her own voice.
Tier 2 - can mimic a speaking voice she's heard for a few hours. Cannot mimic sounds like singing, laughter, or sneezing. Can only speak Pritarian, Dwarven, or common.

Acrobatics: She sure can do some cool maneuvers.
Tier 2 - sophomore levels of improved dexterity.

Personality: Quiet, Calculating, Strong-Willed Melancholy, Rebellious, Anarchist

Ashe always seems to have a lot on her mind. You'll think she's ignoring you entirely and then she suddenly speaks up. If you tell her a secret she'll keep it, though she shares very little about herself. Oddly enough, it's still easy to feel close to her and trust her to have your back and speak the boldest truths.

Character's Background:
She had been an assassin for years. The price of her contract climbed steadily higher with each new successful kill. She was known, yet faceless, a whispered "problem solver" that seemed to sense just when she needed to show up. The more she worked, the more she felt herself withdrawing from the realm at large. Malaara's cruelty, Dulara's politics, Belora's pageantry, and the indifference of all the rest. The only country that held her heart was Skatia. Cold and secluded, yet as industrious as all the rest. No matter where she went it called to her...even though it held her darkest memories.
~*~
There was no time left to dwell on what she was leaving behind. The portal was just ahead and her invite was clutched in her hand. She was sprinting full tilt up the hill, blood splattered over her freckled face and dripped down her injured knee. The pain would have to take a back seat to adrenaline. Behind her the small airship was falling and the inhabitants were screaming. If she didn't make it through, she'd be engulfed in the crash.
This wasn't the contract kill, but it had to be done. This world had to change and all she could do was tap the domino in the right direction. Maybe one day she'd return just to watch the fall, but for now she had to go.
The aircraft collided with the hillside and the impact made her stumble. The smoke and fire and debris came rolling out like a disastrous cloud and she glanced back at it, heaving and panting. Ashe moaned as she pulled herself back up and hop jogged the rest of the way through the closing portal. She leapt through and it closed off just in time to cut off the worst of the explosion. She caught her breath as she limped through the gate. Ahead...a school awaited her arrival.

ROLEPLAY

Roleplay example:
They were all gathered together for another project. All these warzone refugees turned students for the sake of sanctuary. She watched as they argued over the simplest things, delegating jobs and fighting over responsibilities. It was taking so much longer than it needed to. Too many opinions and each one was being taken into account. Why? Was it really necessary to always pipe in your opinion on something? Where was the leader here? Ashe smiled as she realized...there was none.

"What the hell are you smiling at," Loose asked her, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. "Something funny? Damn, you're worse than Cep was. Not a single word this whole time. Not a single contribution." He glared.

The sound pritarian regarded the plasma with a patient blink, the ghost of her grin still at the edge of her lips. "I talk when I want to. I just don't want to talk to you."

Everyone in the room heard her words. Everyone but one...

Discord nickname: soaringmoose#1384
Roleplay Schedule: CST available 5 days a week during graveyard shift