Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 14:30:25 GMT -5
:Name:Majin Emer
:Race: Majin
:Gender: Female
:Age: 15
:Aura color: White
:Appearance:
:Racial Traits:
:Techniques:
:Starting Planet:Earth
:History: Tampering with creation is always a funny thing? When you delve into something you know that can potentially be dangerous, you generally throw away all your fears and ignore the problems it can cause. This is what happened when Emer was created. A mother of a small child, that had been sick for a long time, wanted to create a friend for her dying daughter. Someone that she could spend her time with, and have something enjoyable in life. Dwelling into the dark arts, that she had studied back in her home town with her mother, she remembered how to create a Majin. You needed a certain amount of emotions from the world poured into the being, and then you could hatch it whenever you felt like. The longer you let the thing sit in the egg, the higher chance it would come out as something dangerous. Misaih didn't have the patience for leaving things alone for long. On her daughters fifth birthday, she hatched the egg, it had only been a year since she had started the ritual for the Majins. The egg seemed to burst open and just let out what could be clearly seen as pink smoke. But there was nothing inside of it,
Confused that she had done the process wrong, Misaih was going to try again when suddenly, the cloud of pink smoke seemed to form together and in what seemed out of no where, a small female body had formed. It looked like a baby as it tried to stand and walk for a moment. The Majin had on a small t shirt that went down to her legs, as well as some small shorts underneath with a giant M on it. This was the first day Emer would remember was looking up at what seemed to be a giant at the time looking down at her. The only words she could manage at this time was her own name. Emer. Over the next few weeks, Emer was being taught things she had no clue what they'd been for. But in the end she found out it was the language that the strange being spoke to her. It was known as speech, and sometimes they'd dwell on it for hours which bored her. Emer wasn't one for long attention spans, as she had been created prematurely, and had been in the mind set of a child. Though when she fell asleep she was hit on the back of the head, her gooey essence shooting forward and slamming on the table in a small puddle.
What was strange was that she could remember crying when it happened, not because it hurt, but for the fact the only person she had meet was hitting her. And she had an attachment to Misaih. This was probably the only reason she never struck back. In under two months Emer had learned the basic of speech for someone her age. She seemed about the same age as the daughter when she meet her. Misaih introduced the young girl as Seriah. She was Misaih's daughter and the two of them would be friends. Seriah seemed to be weak and frail, she had a skin that was paler than her mothers, and she had a ghoul like appearance to her. Though the strange being was the best friend Emer ever had. Over the course of the next few years the two of them got into trouble with Misaih, and had been punished at the same time. Though it always ended up saying that she created two monsters of daughters. Seriah used Emer as a side show of some sorts, having her contort and twist her body into different shapes.
It was strange to see her own arm laying on the ground once, but she had gotten use to it when she could move and make it walk around. Imitating the horror movie that the two had watched before. About the time the two girls hit what one would assume around the age of thirteen, Seriah no longer got out of bed. No matter how hard Emer tried to get her to come out and play with her, the small girl could only cough and lay in bed for the time being, Misaih who Emer saw as a mother told her that Seriah was ill. And that she was just a little tired. Though Emer could sense the girl slowly growing weaker as time passed. Each day seemed to be enternity to Emer as her friend would no longer get out of bed, and seemed to sleep most of the day. The small Majin would sit around her all day watching, and waiting for her friend to wake up. When she did, Emer would entertain her like they use to.
Two years like this had passed at a slow rate, but it was enjoyable seeing Seriah laugh and smile. Something Misaih couldn't seem to do. Though one morning when Emer went to go check on her friend. Seriah wasn't in bed. Going into Alarm Emer began running through the house making the clicking noise they did when they had been playing hide and seek. And when the searcher was getting tired of looking for one another. As she walked into the kitchen, she noticed Misaih sitting at the counter preparing something. Emer walked over towards Misaih and pulled on the woman's apron. The older woman now looking like she had seen something that had been terrible looked down at Emer. As she wondered where Seriah was. She told Emer she had gone away for a while. And that she'd be sleeping for a bit but would eventually be back.
Around the time Emer would be fifteen, Seriah hadn't returned, that was nearly four years ago, when Emer asked Misaih if Seriah was coming back for her birthday, the mother slowly nodded and put a hand down for Emer to hold. Grabbing Misaih's hand Emer had been lead down into the basement. It was strange as she had always been told to stay out of this place. But Emer was told that the reason she was told not to go down here was because Seriah was sleeping. Letting go of Misaih's hand the young Majin ran down towards the basement, only to hear the door close behind her. Slightly confused Emer turned to knock on the door wooden doors that had imprisoned her. She heard Misaih chanting something behind her, and almost like instinct she knew what it was. Begging the woman to stop, and crying that she was sorry for asking. Like a small kid she was pleading and apologizing for anything she did wrong. But soon everything around Emer began to fade.
Her body began ripping apart molecule by molecule, as the egg seemed to be sucking her back in. The tears streaming down the small Majins face began to fade away with her sobs. You could hear Misaih crying above the doors as she was basically sealing the young Majin back forever. It must of pained her to see Emer every day... The thoughts she could now hear from Misaih as she was being placed back in the egg, was that of Seriah's death and how she had been dead for a while... It made sense now to Emer, it pained her every day to see the small Majin. As she was indeed just a copy of her Daughter... She was made for something she had lost. Nothing more, and yet she kept her around for a while. Soon everything faded from existence for Emer, as she was placed back into eternal limbo, till someone released her once more.
:Relationships:Misaih: Mother (figuratively speaking.)?
Seriah: Deceased (Sister.)
:Starter Package: 200 Zeni ; Senzu Bean
:Race: Majin
:Gender: Female
:Age: 15
:Aura color: White
:Appearance:
:Racial Traits:
- Majins are able to regenerate from death a limited amount of times (Starts at 1, increases by 1 for every 50,000 PL earned).
- Majins can absorb other races (besides androids), gaining 10% of the base PL of the absorbed character.
- Majins learn new techniques every 6,000 PL as opposed to the standard 5,000 PL. Although after absorbing someone they may learn their moves at the rate of the absorbee's race.
- Due to their elastic nature Majins can stretch their bodies, detach and reattach dismembered body parts and increased durability.
:Techniques:
:Starting Planet:Earth
:History: Tampering with creation is always a funny thing? When you delve into something you know that can potentially be dangerous, you generally throw away all your fears and ignore the problems it can cause. This is what happened when Emer was created. A mother of a small child, that had been sick for a long time, wanted to create a friend for her dying daughter. Someone that she could spend her time with, and have something enjoyable in life. Dwelling into the dark arts, that she had studied back in her home town with her mother, she remembered how to create a Majin. You needed a certain amount of emotions from the world poured into the being, and then you could hatch it whenever you felt like. The longer you let the thing sit in the egg, the higher chance it would come out as something dangerous. Misaih didn't have the patience for leaving things alone for long. On her daughters fifth birthday, she hatched the egg, it had only been a year since she had started the ritual for the Majins. The egg seemed to burst open and just let out what could be clearly seen as pink smoke. But there was nothing inside of it,
Confused that she had done the process wrong, Misaih was going to try again when suddenly, the cloud of pink smoke seemed to form together and in what seemed out of no where, a small female body had formed. It looked like a baby as it tried to stand and walk for a moment. The Majin had on a small t shirt that went down to her legs, as well as some small shorts underneath with a giant M on it. This was the first day Emer would remember was looking up at what seemed to be a giant at the time looking down at her. The only words she could manage at this time was her own name. Emer. Over the next few weeks, Emer was being taught things she had no clue what they'd been for. But in the end she found out it was the language that the strange being spoke to her. It was known as speech, and sometimes they'd dwell on it for hours which bored her. Emer wasn't one for long attention spans, as she had been created prematurely, and had been in the mind set of a child. Though when she fell asleep she was hit on the back of the head, her gooey essence shooting forward and slamming on the table in a small puddle.
What was strange was that she could remember crying when it happened, not because it hurt, but for the fact the only person she had meet was hitting her. And she had an attachment to Misaih. This was probably the only reason she never struck back. In under two months Emer had learned the basic of speech for someone her age. She seemed about the same age as the daughter when she meet her. Misaih introduced the young girl as Seriah. She was Misaih's daughter and the two of them would be friends. Seriah seemed to be weak and frail, she had a skin that was paler than her mothers, and she had a ghoul like appearance to her. Though the strange being was the best friend Emer ever had. Over the course of the next few years the two of them got into trouble with Misaih, and had been punished at the same time. Though it always ended up saying that she created two monsters of daughters. Seriah used Emer as a side show of some sorts, having her contort and twist her body into different shapes.
It was strange to see her own arm laying on the ground once, but she had gotten use to it when she could move and make it walk around. Imitating the horror movie that the two had watched before. About the time the two girls hit what one would assume around the age of thirteen, Seriah no longer got out of bed. No matter how hard Emer tried to get her to come out and play with her, the small girl could only cough and lay in bed for the time being, Misaih who Emer saw as a mother told her that Seriah was ill. And that she was just a little tired. Though Emer could sense the girl slowly growing weaker as time passed. Each day seemed to be enternity to Emer as her friend would no longer get out of bed, and seemed to sleep most of the day. The small Majin would sit around her all day watching, and waiting for her friend to wake up. When she did, Emer would entertain her like they use to.
Two years like this had passed at a slow rate, but it was enjoyable seeing Seriah laugh and smile. Something Misaih couldn't seem to do. Though one morning when Emer went to go check on her friend. Seriah wasn't in bed. Going into Alarm Emer began running through the house making the clicking noise they did when they had been playing hide and seek. And when the searcher was getting tired of looking for one another. As she walked into the kitchen, she noticed Misaih sitting at the counter preparing something. Emer walked over towards Misaih and pulled on the woman's apron. The older woman now looking like she had seen something that had been terrible looked down at Emer. As she wondered where Seriah was. She told Emer she had gone away for a while. And that she'd be sleeping for a bit but would eventually be back.
Around the time Emer would be fifteen, Seriah hadn't returned, that was nearly four years ago, when Emer asked Misaih if Seriah was coming back for her birthday, the mother slowly nodded and put a hand down for Emer to hold. Grabbing Misaih's hand Emer had been lead down into the basement. It was strange as she had always been told to stay out of this place. But Emer was told that the reason she was told not to go down here was because Seriah was sleeping. Letting go of Misaih's hand the young Majin ran down towards the basement, only to hear the door close behind her. Slightly confused Emer turned to knock on the door wooden doors that had imprisoned her. She heard Misaih chanting something behind her, and almost like instinct she knew what it was. Begging the woman to stop, and crying that she was sorry for asking. Like a small kid she was pleading and apologizing for anything she did wrong. But soon everything around Emer began to fade.
Her body began ripping apart molecule by molecule, as the egg seemed to be sucking her back in. The tears streaming down the small Majins face began to fade away with her sobs. You could hear Misaih crying above the doors as she was basically sealing the young Majin back forever. It must of pained her to see Emer every day... The thoughts she could now hear from Misaih as she was being placed back in the egg, was that of Seriah's death and how she had been dead for a while... It made sense now to Emer, it pained her every day to see the small Majin. As she was indeed just a copy of her Daughter... She was made for something she had lost. Nothing more, and yet she kept her around for a while. Soon everything faded from existence for Emer, as she was placed back into eternal limbo, till someone released her once more.
:Relationships:Misaih: Mother (figuratively speaking.)?
Seriah: Deceased (Sister.)
:Starter Package: 200 Zeni ; Senzu Bean