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[Wandering Rogue]

Mnemosyne

GMs: Rogue/Useless

Intro

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Wake up.

 

It’s a voice from beyond the void of sleep that speaks to you.  You know with a cold certainty that you should wake up.  It was important. Why was it again?  You don’t know.  It’s too cold to care.  You want to tell them to leave you alone but it’s too much effort. A pair of hands grab you by the shoulders  There was something familiar about that touch…

 

Why do you always make this harder for me?  

 

He pulls you up and you gasp like someone fighting for air.   The man wears a genderless cloak of grey with the hood pulled up which played havoc with the shadows across his face.  It was a him right?  It was hard to say.  The features seemed familiar and different all at once and seemed to change depending on the way the light hit it.  The voice was the same.  

 

Are you here?  

 

You nod without realizing what they meant.  It felt right though when you did it.  It must have been what they wanted to see because they smiled as they released your shoulders.  Where was here though?  Certainly nowhere you’ve been.  There was a dense mist that clung to everything that made it hard to see much beyond a few feet and yet one detail was impossible to miss.  The towering wall that stretched out before you in every direction as far as you could see.  What was it and who had made it? The nearest part seemed to be made of grey stone and yet further along you were certain that it was brick.  Further up you could make out a reflective surface.  Metal? You wanted to open your mouth and ask but before you could your eyes followed the wall upwards and into the impossibly grey sky.  Were those supposed to be clouds?  They felt off.  Everything here did.

 

Who are you?

 

Odd, now that he mentioned it you weren’t really sure.  That’s not right.  You try to recall it and just as you seem to be about grab hold of something it slips out of your hand.  You realize that he’s been staring at you quite intently for some time.

 

You don’t know.  

 

You agree.  He nods and seems satisfied with your answer.  You ask about this place.  What is it?  

 

It’s where all things that forget or are forgotten go.

 

Does it have a name?

 

If it did it doesn’t remember.

 

What’s that mean?

 

Exactly what I said.

 

Can you at least tell me how I got here?

 

I forget.

 

You don’t find that very funny. He doesn’t seem to care.

 

You forgot.  Or were forgotten.  Does it matter?  

 

You go to answer and find that you don’t have a response.  You shiver as the mist causes a chill to run up your spine.  The realization strikes you as for the first time you notice that you’re bare.  The stranger seems to notice your distraction.

 

Better?

 

What?  Ohh, he put clothes on you.  Nostalgic ones.  You ask how he did that.

 

I remembered you with clothes.  Here, in this place that forgets, memories are power.  If you have them you can eat, drink, or wear whatever you can recall.  

 

That sounded rather strange.  It was wrong but so was so much else here.  You ask him if you could do that too.

 

If you want to.  You just need a name first.  How about [     ]?

 

That’s not a name you tell him.  He shrugs.  

 

It’ll do for now.  You can go by another one as soon as you remember it.  Deal?

 

No.  That’s stupid.  Why would you do that?

 

Well, too bad?  We can talk it over next time.

 

Next time?  What did that mean?  Are they leaving?  That didn’t seem fair.  Yet, the mist seemed to be growing thicker and the familiar stranger became harder and harder to make out.

 

Remember this.  The exit is lost.  The way is shut.  The fee denied.  Find yourself to find escape.

 

He was gone and you were alone.  Just another forgotten thing.

 

Premise 

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In this world that suffers from amnesia there is only one thing to do:  survive and gather memories. To do otherwise is to fade into the mist never to return.  You make your way to the only stable thing in this world.  Mnemosyne.  The town where everyone like you calls home. Just like everything else in this world the town itself changes--the buildings changing locations and architectural style--but overall it remains the most stationary thing in the world.  Besides the wall that is.

Everyone wants to escape outside of it.  It’s why they hunt out the dungeons of memory in the mists.  What are they?  Well, they are memories of a place in time that needs a bit of help completing it self.  Do that and you’ll be stronger here.  The stronger you are the more your own memories will return to you.  That’s what they say at least.  Nobody really knows but what’s the harm in trying?  Even if you die all you do is lose a bit of memory and come right back.  They say if you lose too many you’ll fade away too but it’s worth the risk.

It has to be.

 

Character Sheet

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[Image]

Be a friend and sing me a little ditty won’t you?

 

Name:  Give me a second to look you over.  (Given after acceptance)

Age:  How old do you feel?

Gender:  You didn’t forget that did you?  Need me to give you a moment to check?

 

Personality:  So what are you like?  Forgetting your past didn’t rob you of your persona did it?

Biography:  You haven’t completely lost yourself.  You have the foundation there.  There aren’t any images or names but you have a feeling don’t you?  A sense of your identity.  (You can be from any period in time.  I just need a basic outline of your background no details.  I’ll tell you the details over the rp.)

 

Power:  These are the abilities gained from completing a memory.  What is it?  Well it can be a lot of things.  The way the memory interacts with you changes from person to person but the ability will be deeply personal and meaningful.  Possibly ironic.  You won’t know but I will.  Will I tell you?  No, don’t think so.  Figure it out for yourself.  (You start with one power.  This should be in some way directly related to your bio in its current state even if it has deeper implications that haven’t been revealed)

 

[Siderealmidnight]

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In Circles

Name: Patchwork

Age:  Early 30s

Gender: Male

Personality:  So what are you like?  Forgetting your past didn’t rob you of your persona did it? I am as the leaf on the river. I am pulled by the current yet rarely seek my own way, my own existence. People rely on me and I work in their interests. That is how it will be. Even now in this mist I seek escape for another man, the person I was before this place. The highest joys and lowest agonies escape me. They leave me with only curiosity and fear as companions, and both shall have their due.

 

Biography:  You haven’t completely lost yourself.  You have the foundation there.  There aren’t any images or names but you have a feeling don’t you?  A sense of your identity.  I remember the cities. In my memories some have people in them and some look abandoned for years. The places change, the structures change, but the cities remain. They rise from the stone, or perhaps they fall away from it, majestic stone edifices shaped from the earth like cloth from a loom. Those memories are all tinged with the same hue, fear. They are cities built in exile, from what I cannot say.

 

I was important in those cities once, looked to, admired, maybe worshiped. The men in the golden masks looked to me for guidance, or perhaps down upon me in scorn. It's all so unclear now.

 

The pain is not unclear, it alone remains crisp. I remember feeling as if from my skin down to the marrow of my bones my body was being undone, frayed, broken. I know not who, but they would pluck the threads of my body, my skin, my muscles, and my world would become agony. I remember wishing for the release of death. It never came.

 

And at the end, or perhaps the beginning, I remember a silhouette illuminated in the moonlight. I remember a voice like nothing I had ever heard and a gnawing, insatiable curiosity. 

 

I no longer know what pathway these memories make, but they are all I have left. I stand in this mist and cling to them, there is nothing else left for me.

 

Power:

Aesthetics: To him plain stone looks unfinished, waiting to be shaped. By adding to or subtracting from that stone he can create the objects of his memories.

[Vafhudr]

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[s] Vapor Trails

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The white steep road reached the sky
Swaying side to side, the heat haze wrapped around that child 
Nobody noticing, all alone
That child climbs up 
Fearing nothing, she soars 

 

Admiring the Sky 
Dashing across the Sky 
That child’s life is a vapor trail 

 

Even before that child died, through the tall window
she was gazing up at the sky. I don’t know if she still does
Nobody else will know
They will only think that she was too young (to die) 
but she is happy 

 

Admiring the Sky 
Dashing across the Sky 
That child’s life is a vapor trail 

 

Admiring the Sky 
Dashing across the Sky 
That child’s life is a vapor trail 

 

 

Name:  Stray 
Age:   very old, but I don't look old do I? I look like a kid. But I feel old. Very old. 
Gender:  Female. Let me check, yeah pretty sure that's female.

 
Personality:   Friendly. She is a very engaging person who delights in the company of others. Serious. Dedicated to a set of rather strict, even absolute, ideals. Solitary. Despite her friendliness, or perhaps her friendliness is caused by it, she likes her solitude. She can be found wandering paths and and clearings, looking at the sky. Her eyes look beyond you. Head in the clouds.
 
Biography: 
 
Night. Lights above. Lights below. The wind rushes by. 
 
A road. Goes on forever. Fields of green. Fields of gold. Wind rushes by. It plays in the grass and I listen.
 
A house. Cramped. Enclosed. Discomfort. Wind rushes by. The thin walls shake. It doesn't drown out the loud voices.
 
Loud voices. Loud noises. The wind rushes by. A weight on my neck. A weight on my back. Sweat on my brow. The wind rushes by, but I can't feel it. I am sinking. I am falling. I am made of lead. I look up and see nothing.

 
No voices, no noise but the wind rushing by. I am at peace. I can feel it. I just wish the wind could blow away all that's left and leave me with that feeling. 
 
That feeling you have when you watch the sun rise and fall, the stars shimmer for all - with the wind on your face like those bygone days of fall. 
 
Power:  [Weight]
() can alter her own weight, making herself more light or more heavy at will. 

[Jod]

Oasis

 

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Wasteland

Name:  Give me a second to look you over.  (Given after acceptance)
Age:  35
Gender:  Male
 
Personality: A very lonely fellow, he has been alone for a long time, leading to a certain level of naivete. Other wise he has a strong sense of duty, and a honest fellow. Though he is also a lot more unadulterated with his emotions, and doesn't bother to reign them in.
 
Biography:  
 

Lonely, so lonely. Blue sand everywhere, but not a friend in sight.
Anyone, their? Someone, please?
Tired, So tired. But a task at a hand, a journey to be completed.
Must go on? I... must.
Spear in hand, I walk alone to find a piece of the sky?
What is it?
We become weak, and they strong.
 

Power:
Blu -  Summon and control blue sand 

Edited by I AM HE, 15 February 2015 - 04:56 AM.

[Johnny Paradise]

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A LITTLE DITTY 'BOUT JACK AND DIANE

Name:  Dusk

Age:  Ancient

Gender: Female

Personality: Quick to take interest in new experiences, and equally quick to lose that interest. She comes at everything with a childlike sense of wonder befitting her appearance, then discards it, always longing for something different that can hold her attention. She treats people curtly and with something that at least looks like respect, but can be rude or outright mean if someone tests her.

Biography: Flashes of memories that span centuries fill her mind. There is no time that calls out to her as being her own; she was simply a visitor watching the world change, always on the periphery, not even taking part in the passage of time. How it came to be like that, she doesn't know. She has no cognizance of a beginning or an end, she simply remembers being. Her discordant memories lack chronology and meaning.

Power:  Shadow Tag -- Her shadow can leave her body and move across any surface, including those of other people. When tied to other living things, she can exert force over them with her shadow, constricting their bodies and restricting movement. Her main body can communicate somehow with the shadow, though the shadow cannot communicate with others.

[Mors]

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Can't Stop

Name:  Dude

Age:  23

Gender:  Male

 

Personality:  Relax bro, everything's fine. Don't know where I am? No problem. Don't know who I am? That's stupid, I'm me, and ain't nobody like me. I love fun, sun, and those toasty buns. This place seems pretty cool, so I'm just gonna ride this wave til' the end.

Biography:  It's all a bit foggy dude. Mostly I remember the beach a lot...and the waves...and the bikinis, aw yeah. I guess all the important stuff really. Who cares about names, faces, and places, all you gotta do is live the moment. Enjoy life. Take it easy. You feel me dude?

Power:  

Surf'sUp! - I can ride my surfboard on any surface like its water. My board can also shrink to fit in my pocket when I want it to. Pretty cool dude.

 

[SliceAndDice]

Harvest (Slice)

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Way to Darchan

Name: Harvest
Age: Difficult to say... 20, 22 summers perhaps?
Gender: I am one of the earth's sons.

Personality: I... I remember leading a life of peace. I was in harmony with the world as a whole, and I was never quick to anger or violence. I remember often going out of my way to aid or understand the outcast and the alone... that is good. Nobody should ever be alone.
Biography: I remember a people that carved their lives out of a great plain, in the shadows of gentle hills and mighty mountains. They lived off of the land, partaking of its bounty and praising it for the gift. I believe they called it Mother Earth. And I... I had some connection to those beliefs. These people sought my counsel in matters of sickness and injury, and I gave it happily. I recall being praised for my young age, but I know nothing of what I did to earn such praise. And the fires... great bonfires, their multicolored smoke rising into the sky. But for what purpose...?

Power: My gift seems to be... life. Where I set foot, grass begins to grow. What I touch grows strong and healthy. And when faced with disease, poison, bruises or wounds, my hands can vanquish them. And it would seem my gift is always with me, personally. (Healing, buffing. Limited to short times and he has to have physical contact with the target for right now, but he's technically always in physical contact with himself to a small degree)

 

 

Discord (Feisty-Pants)

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Homage to Alchemy

Name: Discord
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Personality: Quiet, steady of heart and steady of mind. Forceful when she needs to be, but is oft never one to immediately reveal her train of mind nor intention. Still waters run deep, and she is not far from such a notion in the least. She is not one to draw close to another nor to be intimate, as such things come at a horrific cost.

Biography: I do not remember much about my past life, with the mere fragments of glimpses into what could have been. Illusory, a trick of the mind or otherwise, anything that I could consider possibly a memory I take with a grain of salt. They very well could be the shards of dreams, of false realities and the like. However, that does not mean I still search for my memories, to try and truly grasp an understanding of who I truly am. Or perhaps even what I am.

Perhaps it is foolish, but what I think might be the fragments of memory tell me that in ages past, I was once a priestess for the God of the Underworld, of Death. A wicked, cruel trickster that goes by the name of Hades. In his temple, I remember seeing the truest desperation of humanity when faced with their mortality. And the scent of incense assaulting my senses.

Power: What is most frightening about me, when I discovered this world, is my sudden need to wear gloves, full sleeve garments which look so strange, and shoes upon my feet. For, with my touch, the living rapidly wither and weaken. If I hold onto them for long enough a time, they die For many days, I meandered these strange lands, and Death followed me. Flowers wilted, grass and trees died and turned to ash, animals howled and growled in fear of me. As if perhaps Hades decided to stand at my side.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Garnish

 

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Let's Fly

 

Name:  Garnish

Age:  Early 30s

Gender:  Female.

 

Personality: I hate to impose on others but I always have this urge to talk to people. I feel everyone has a wonderful story to tell if only someone can listen. I want to be that person, I think maybe through it I can fill the missing parts of my own. I don't like loud people though, they have this unseen habit of impinging your personal space which I don't like. I think I am an easy person to approach and I can cook well so we can always talk over good beer and some snacks.

 

Biography: I have no recollection of who I or what I was? All I can say that I am a drifter, I like meeting new people but I found out that I am really skilled around the kitchen. Somehow a haze falls over me when I am surrounded by food and my body moves on its own. Its as if it knows things that I don't. It is really incredible, meet me at the bar sometime maybe we can have some quiches and chat till morning. ~blows kisses.~

 

Power: Power Ladle - She is able to cook superfoods of sorts. The consumer increases the rate of recuperation and regeneration, all the while regaining a calm and rational mind.

[Chizzy]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgFeZr5ptV8

 

Name: Prince

Age: 18

Gender: Male

 

Personality: This young boy is a curious and somewhat perverted fellow. Yet, despite what this may suggest, he carries a big heart and overall cheerful outlook on life. His curious nature often gets the best of him, so he usually finds himself either looking for the next big adventure or something of interest. It is this curiosity that drives him to search not only for his own memories but other peoples' as well.

 

Biography: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away this young man was born during a prosperous era in an incredibly powerful and wealthy kingdom. He was the King's eldest son and future heir to the the throne. He also vaguely recalls constantly running a small garden with his mother. Sadly, he cannot remember anything else. The rest is a blur.

 

Power: 

 

SEED - The memory of growing plants with his mother has granted him the power over plants. He is capable of creating tiny seeds that can sprout out small plants, which he can manipulate.

[Leshrac]

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Savage's Paradise

 

Name: N/A

Age: Mid 30s

Gender: Male

 

Personality: I am strong-willed and confident. There is no challenge I can not overcome. My confidence... scares me. The rage and thrill I get from life threatening tasks is incredible. My body moves as if possessed when faced with danger. Although I may seem friendly and kind when interacting with others, my mind tells me it isn't really me. Perhaps I was once a great liar because there false expressions and emotions frighten me. Am I one of the sheep or am I the wolf that hunts them? My future is undecided as is my past, but I am still alive.

 

Biography: I am the hunter and the hunted. Once I was a hero, but I quickly became the villain. Those who I hunt are unknown, as are the ones who hunt me. I can't seem to remember what exactly it is, but I have a mission. Images of dead wildlife are ingrained into my mind. I still remember my first hunt, my first kill. The shadowy face of who I believe to be my father watches over me.

 

Concentrating more only bring unclear ideas and thoughts. Sometimes I see the blood of other humans and it frightens me. Not the blood itself, but the emotions that ride with it. Excitement courses through my body when I think about it. The thoughts of snuffing out another life and the possibility that my own may be extinguished causes me to grin. Without a clear grasp on my life, this grin is the only thing that feels true. It comforts me.

 

I have a natural skill for observation and tracking, particularly when excited or in battle. This has led me to believe I was both a hunter and a warrior. It reaffirms my beliefs whenever I hold my weapons. Twin blades, both very well forged. I don't know how I know this, but they are perfectly made for my own body. They truly do feel like an extension of my body. The last clue to my true self is my bow. Unlike the swords, who give me a sense of restlessness and confidence, the bow gives me a sense of safety and trust. It calms my nerves and makes me believe the impossible is possible.

 

Power: This power I have discovered is incredible. Through sheer coincidence I have discovered that I can make my weapons pass harmlessly through certain targets. If I were to aim at a person using a tree as cover, it's simple to just shoot an arrow through the tree to hit them. My weapons are even granted an increase in velocity. Arrows shoot much, much faster and the swings of my swords are quicker and more deadly. There is no hiding from me.

[Juro]

Spoiler

 

Theme: Let The Sparks Fly

 

Name: For now, I guess the name's Char.

Age:  Dunno. Probably in my early twenties.

Gender:  I pretty sure I'm a dude.

 

Personality: Not that sure, but if gotta describe myself, the words that come to mind are carefree and reckless. I usually just go with the flow and do whatever I feel like doing. Thinking things through kinda sucks and is fucking boring if you ask me. Gotta keep things exciting, right? Anyway, if you don't mind selfish dudes, then I guess I'm a pretty okay guy. 

 

Biography:  Well, I kinda don't know. Sorry, but what'd you expect? I couldn't even remember my name. Yeah, I could probably remember a few things, but I doubt that's gonna help. My life was pretty chill, but there wasn't really anything special about me. I grew up in a big city; probably one of the most urbanized cities in the world. Not sure what I did for a living though, but it might have been something out of the ordinary. You know, doing something common wasn't really my thing; I had to find something that kept me interested long enough to get a decent amount of cash. If there was something I'd remember, it'd be how I lost everything. Kinda hard to forget the eerie dark red-orange glow that came from those fucking flames.  How and why it happened? No clue.

 

Power: I can hurl and spit out fireballs. 

Edited by Juro, 07 February 2015 - 12:32 PM.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Fracture

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"Sometimes I think remembering might be a worse idea than fading away."

Name: Fracture
Age: Somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-five... Probably... I don't know that I ever kept count...
Gender: Male.
Personality: What am I like?

...

Deliberate. Unforgiving. Potentially vindictive.

Biography: ...

Oh...

... Hello.

I... I didn't...

I didn't see you...

... Words.

Words come slow...

...How long has it been since I talked?

The words feel strange now...

... You know?

Not like before...

Before?

Was there a before...

Not here... Not here...

I... I remember... Trees. Forests...

I remember scuffed dirt paths and broken twigs... A house... I... I think I lived there... Perhaps...

I remember something... Projectiles of some kind... It's vague... But they hit the trees nearby... I... I think there was a hunt maybe...

I remember a door... A room... It's foggy... Indistinct... But not the blood... The blood is bright... Vivid... and... So full of sorrow... So complete, it was like the world shattered... I can't... It was important... But... I can't feel it... I can't place it... But I remember... Something happened. Something important... Did it happen to me? I don't...

I remember cold metal and hot blood... Fire and ash... Pain... Too much pain... I carried the pain... Or I forced the weight upon others... I can't remember... Not anymore... Not here... But I remember wanting vengeance... Vengeance at any cost... If I had to bring the world to ruin I would have... That, I remember more clearly than anything else. That certainty that nothing would stop me. That I would do anything. Anything. To have my revenge. That certainty is the reason I seek my memories.

I need to know.

Power:
Pain Gate: When in use the power gives the target the ability to take damage without feeling the slightest bit of pain. In much the same way it can be used to deal damage without the intended target feeling any pain from the wounds. The ability can be activated and deactivated at will in both themselves and others. But the pain doesn't just vanish. It's simply held back. Imagine it like a dam. When the power is in use the dam is closed, any pain is trapped and unable to be felt. But the flood gates open when the power stops. And all that pain rushes through.

[KDPtheKing]

Trip

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http://youtu.be/J-W7ECE7NJo

Name: Trip
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Personality: Andventerous man he is. Apparently he likes to do survival things like being naked and afraid in the jungle for money. But He is not a streaker. Basically, he likes to explore and find things cause he is the cat and curiosity overwhelms him. But, to people who meet him, he is much more of a cold hearted person. Self serving and very much willing to use you to get what he wants.

Biography: Not much is really known right now. He basically was an adventurous man who enjoyed being out in nature than inside behind a desk. He had a family but not sure what happened to them either. He is not really sure what else to say. The only reason he knows about his family is because he has a mental image in his head of three people who replay in his head; a boy, a girl, and a woman. Yet, for some reason, when he sees the woman, he feels some kind of resentment towards her. The words, cold hearted bastard, would echo through his mind every time she would cross his mind. Yet the love you would expect of a father towards the kids. Did he die? Anyway, he does remember traveling the world and learning sword play from many different styles from Kenjitsu in Japan to Fencing. But that is all he can recall.

Power: Frost: He can freeze things and make the place cold and other cool things that are icy.

Edited by KDPtheKing, 05 February 2015 - 08:57 PM.

[Kind of a Manly Man-chan]

Defrag

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Uneven structure - Dew upon shapeless bounds

 
Name : Defrag
Age :
-I am a full grown adult. I assume this means I am at least two and a half cycles of age. But I could be of any age above that.
Gender :
-Despite that there seems to be an unidentified growth inbetween my legs I am sure that I am of the male gender.
 
Personality :
-I don't care about my own well being. I care about the well being of others. I will go out of my way to make someone feel at ease or to ensure their safety. I am a curious person, always eager to learn about the things alien to me. You could call me a simple individual, calm and satisfied with little and demanding nothing.
 
Background :
- I remember being confined within a construct of which I have never ventured outside. This construct was always gently humming a soft yet repetitive tune. Outside of this construct was emptiness filling a void, a void that spanned into distances unable for one to determine the lengths of. My function within this construct seems to be something I am unable to recall but I can remember other individuals relying on me for something I do not know of. These individuals would come and go. I remember being alone for long periods of time, periods of time within which I longed to be someplace else.
 
Power :
- [Defrag] has the ability to create upon touch an invisible link between himself and another person, a link which lasts until [Defrag]chooses to disconnect the link or decides to steps outside of its range of effect, which is thirty meters in range. This link allows [insert name] to either increase or decrease one of that person's physical abilities. This applies to strength, endurance, speed, reflexes, endurance, durability, hearing, sight, endurance, smell, hand-eye co-ordination, sensation of pain ,speech and endurance. Only one of these attributes can be affected at a time. The enchancements are at the time only minor in effect.

Edited by Kawaii~ Dragon girl, 07 February 2015 - 10:40 AM.