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Name: Lisa Starter aka Starter
Race: Black
Age: 25
Character description: Lisa is 5’7” tall and has long neatly, curled hair. Her eyes are dark brown, her skin the color of caramel. Normally, she wears provocative clothing, something she’d picked up when she had a life outside of prison walls. Now she wears a bright orange jumpsuit. Beneath it lays a gray A-shirt, and black PT army shorts. Upon her feet she wears plain white sneakers, scarcely dirtied since the day she was thrown into prison.
Personality: Not so much withdrawn as she is simply being bitter. Starter is quiet, although she enjoys the company of people. With no family save her master and his other students she does not readily seek a life other than learning the ways of a fighter. The memories of her life prevent her from ever wanting to truly be close to anyone person.
Character equipment: Weaponry: limited only by her imagination. Created from the blue-fire, and work as if it were that weapon. I.e. a sword is a sword. The fire that forms it becomes null and void unless dissolved- without shape.
Items: none save the clothes on her back.
Character's Background: Lisa’s life was full of hope, miraculous achievement, and a future husband, despite her young age. All of that was torn away when her fiancé was killed by a neighborhood gang, who destroyed everything that she had, even her name. In order to make a living she became a stripper, working under the alias Starter. She worked secretively to pay back the gang bangers that stripped away her livelihood. One day when they showed up, Starter coaxed the leader into drinking more than his fair share. As was common in the stripper joint, she convinced the man to follow her into a back room where she stripped him of his riches, and took the gun that she had hidden in the room, putting it to his head….
In prison, Starter remained mostly to herself, and was scarcely tolerant of ignorance. A smile became uncommon upon her features, and the frown seems to be etched into her very skin. Maybe one day she’ll smile, maybe one day she’ll be free….
The alarms blared in the prison. Cell doors left and right were slamming shut in an attempt to contain the inmates, and to retain order. But order was far gone. Women were strewn all over the maximum security prison wreaking havoc on anything, or anyone that could be moved. Starter sat in the midst of it all fingering a rock that she held within her hands. No one seemed to notice her sitting silently there her eyes soaking in ever single movement down to the particles of dust that floated in the air. She could view the mayhem that took place behind her as if she were watching it with her own two eyes. A 360 view of the world would be something most would die for.
She couldn’t recall when she began to see things like this, but it had started shortly after she’d been incarcerated. Fire seemed to burn in her veins everyday, and everyday it seemed harder to control this desire to simply destroy. And that day she did. That day she was set free…
The rock pressed into her palm biting sharply into her flesh, and drawing blood. It slithered its way through her fingers, and to the floor. Upon the floor it hissed, burning a small black hole into the floor. She rose, involuntarily from her seat, the energy within her spurred by the anger, the heated environment, around her. As much as she wanted to contain the energy surging within, the more she wanted to release it. A high pitched scream cut loose from her lips. The frequency high enough to shatter the glass in the prison into miniature, deadly shards that rained down on the unsuspecting below. But from her hands, hands that glowed a distinguishable bluish-white, there flowed power. Arms outstretched she released the fire in a grand display of raw energy. She was the atom in this equation, all her energy centered into one core, but now that she’d been triggered she expanded. A blue-white orb surrounding her grew ever larger. By the the diameter reached the length of her outstretched hands, her resilience could no longer control the energy, and thus it spiraled out of control. The wave of energy crushing down on everyone, everything, present like a flood; instant death via incineration. Walls were torn down as if they were no more than a tower of playing cards in the path of a child.
Starter fell to her knees, exhausted. Breathing deeply, she opened her eyes, and realized the extent of damage that’d been done. The perimeter of the prison had as wide as a football field just as it was long, and all of it was gone. One could say that it had all been consumed. She stood up looking at her hands for some sign of the blue fire that had existed before, but it was hidden from her. No longer was the feeling of built up energy within her. She felt deserted. She yearned for that strength. Her round-about view picked up on movement in a clove of trees not to far off. Trees left untouched by the energy just as much as the grass under her feet. A grizzled looking old man stepped forth from the trees, but Starter ignored him.
“To not see me is to be blind, and blind you are not,” he said. “Come follow me. The power that you seek can be yours.” He turned and walked back the way he’d came, leaving Starter to remain rooted to the earth. What had she to lose? If she stayed there any longer someone was bound to realize that the prison no longer existed. Come to think of it, the prison was oddly placed. Near a grove of trees? She pushed the thought aside turning to pursue the old man…..
Starters’ years with the man entailed crucial training in the ways of martial arts. The world in which she had lived before had slithered away from her memory, although every now and then she reminisced of that land of technology, and once in a while she remembered that man to whom she was to be married to. At times she wondered whether or not the land truly existed because memories of a different life seeped into her dreams. Yet, when she inquired of her master he never answered. Here though she was molded into a killer of the wrong, a savior to the people, and an obedient student all at once. This was her life now, and to move on was the only way.
Skills, Powers, abilities:
360 degrees- Starter is able to see everything around her at once as if it were own eyes.
Formations- a general category where with her powers Starter is able to form balls-of-fire, fire geysers(an attack via channeling her energy through the earth by placing her palm upon its surface) plus other general attack methods that aren’t critical but are damaging.
Lenticels- Small black dots embed themselves into the skin of the opponent by touching exposed areas. The spots in the beginning seem harmless, but become activated when she wishes to issue a critical attack. Bluish-white, whip-like strands race forth from the lenticels and snake their way back to her. Once she’s latched onto how ever many strands exist she draws her prey to her with undisputable speed. With her other hand she forms a sword readying it to thrust into the approaching body. Commonly used as a final attack, although nothing prevents her from using it beforehand.
Pits- This is a method of inter-dimensional travel that she uses for short distance travel that can be used consecutively.
Atom- A concentrated amount of energy at the tip of her finger shot like a laser. The resulting blast is equivalent to that of a single atom bomb.
Time swipe- this ability is a combination of Atom and Pits. This allows Starter to span a course of time, or even to halt it.
Race: Black
Age: 25
Character description: Lisa is 5’7” tall and has long neatly, curled hair. Her eyes are dark brown, her skin the color of caramel. Normally, she wears provocative clothing, something she’d picked up when she had a life outside of prison walls. Now she wears a bright orange jumpsuit. Beneath it lays a gray A-shirt, and black PT army shorts. Upon her feet she wears plain white sneakers, scarcely dirtied since the day she was thrown into prison.
Personality: Not so much withdrawn as she is simply being bitter. Starter is quiet, although she enjoys the company of people. With no family save her master and his other students she does not readily seek a life other than learning the ways of a fighter. The memories of her life prevent her from ever wanting to truly be close to anyone person.
Character equipment: Weaponry: limited only by her imagination. Created from the blue-fire, and work as if it were that weapon. I.e. a sword is a sword. The fire that forms it becomes null and void unless dissolved- without shape.
Items: none save the clothes on her back.
Character's Background: Lisa’s life was full of hope, miraculous achievement, and a future husband, despite her young age. All of that was torn away when her fiancé was killed by a neighborhood gang, who destroyed everything that she had, even her name. In order to make a living she became a stripper, working under the alias Starter. She worked secretively to pay back the gang bangers that stripped away her livelihood. One day when they showed up, Starter coaxed the leader into drinking more than his fair share. As was common in the stripper joint, she convinced the man to follow her into a back room where she stripped him of his riches, and took the gun that she had hidden in the room, putting it to his head….
In prison, Starter remained mostly to herself, and was scarcely tolerant of ignorance. A smile became uncommon upon her features, and the frown seems to be etched into her very skin. Maybe one day she’ll smile, maybe one day she’ll be free….
The alarms blared in the prison. Cell doors left and right were slamming shut in an attempt to contain the inmates, and to retain order. But order was far gone. Women were strewn all over the maximum security prison wreaking havoc on anything, or anyone that could be moved. Starter sat in the midst of it all fingering a rock that she held within her hands. No one seemed to notice her sitting silently there her eyes soaking in ever single movement down to the particles of dust that floated in the air. She could view the mayhem that took place behind her as if she were watching it with her own two eyes. A 360 view of the world would be something most would die for.
She couldn’t recall when she began to see things like this, but it had started shortly after she’d been incarcerated. Fire seemed to burn in her veins everyday, and everyday it seemed harder to control this desire to simply destroy. And that day she did. That day she was set free…
The rock pressed into her palm biting sharply into her flesh, and drawing blood. It slithered its way through her fingers, and to the floor. Upon the floor it hissed, burning a small black hole into the floor. She rose, involuntarily from her seat, the energy within her spurred by the anger, the heated environment, around her. As much as she wanted to contain the energy surging within, the more she wanted to release it. A high pitched scream cut loose from her lips. The frequency high enough to shatter the glass in the prison into miniature, deadly shards that rained down on the unsuspecting below. But from her hands, hands that glowed a distinguishable bluish-white, there flowed power. Arms outstretched she released the fire in a grand display of raw energy. She was the atom in this equation, all her energy centered into one core, but now that she’d been triggered she expanded. A blue-white orb surrounding her grew ever larger. By the the diameter reached the length of her outstretched hands, her resilience could no longer control the energy, and thus it spiraled out of control. The wave of energy crushing down on everyone, everything, present like a flood; instant death via incineration. Walls were torn down as if they were no more than a tower of playing cards in the path of a child.
Starter fell to her knees, exhausted. Breathing deeply, she opened her eyes, and realized the extent of damage that’d been done. The perimeter of the prison had as wide as a football field just as it was long, and all of it was gone. One could say that it had all been consumed. She stood up looking at her hands for some sign of the blue fire that had existed before, but it was hidden from her. No longer was the feeling of built up energy within her. She felt deserted. She yearned for that strength. Her round-about view picked up on movement in a clove of trees not to far off. Trees left untouched by the energy just as much as the grass under her feet. A grizzled looking old man stepped forth from the trees, but Starter ignored him.
“To not see me is to be blind, and blind you are not,” he said. “Come follow me. The power that you seek can be yours.” He turned and walked back the way he’d came, leaving Starter to remain rooted to the earth. What had she to lose? If she stayed there any longer someone was bound to realize that the prison no longer existed. Come to think of it, the prison was oddly placed. Near a grove of trees? She pushed the thought aside turning to pursue the old man…..
Starters’ years with the man entailed crucial training in the ways of martial arts. The world in which she had lived before had slithered away from her memory, although every now and then she reminisced of that land of technology, and once in a while she remembered that man to whom she was to be married to. At times she wondered whether or not the land truly existed because memories of a different life seeped into her dreams. Yet, when she inquired of her master he never answered. Here though she was molded into a killer of the wrong, a savior to the people, and an obedient student all at once. This was her life now, and to move on was the only way.
Skills, Powers, abilities:
360 degrees- Starter is able to see everything around her at once as if it were own eyes.
Formations- a general category where with her powers Starter is able to form balls-of-fire, fire geysers(an attack via channeling her energy through the earth by placing her palm upon its surface) plus other general attack methods that aren’t critical but are damaging.
Lenticels- Small black dots embed themselves into the skin of the opponent by touching exposed areas. The spots in the beginning seem harmless, but become activated when she wishes to issue a critical attack. Bluish-white, whip-like strands race forth from the lenticels and snake their way back to her. Once she’s latched onto how ever many strands exist she draws her prey to her with undisputable speed. With her other hand she forms a sword readying it to thrust into the approaching body. Commonly used as a final attack, although nothing prevents her from using it beforehand.
Pits- This is a method of inter-dimensional travel that she uses for short distance travel that can be used consecutively.
Atom- A concentrated amount of energy at the tip of her finger shot like a laser. The resulting blast is equivalent to that of a single atom bomb.
Time swipe- this ability is a combination of Atom and Pits. This allows Starter to span a course of time, or even to halt it.
