[turnip_soup]

username; cottagecore
user id; 966226
keldine name; wip
entry; wip
extra; they are very pretty ;0; [any, optional]

[MezzaWolf2]

username; MezzaWolf2
user id; 962348
keldine name; TBN
entry; WIP
extra; [any, optional] WIP

[RadioactiveRenegade]

AHHH MARK

[Romova]

username; Romova
user id; 953181
keldine name; Ouranós
entry;

extra;
Ouranós uses his power's to manifest temporary wings that are semi-translucent, and shimmer in the light. If Ouranós is tired, weak or injured he cannot manifest his wings, which therefore prevents him from flying.

[Fierce Wings]

username; Fierce Wings
user id; 156713
keldine name; Icarus
entry;

extra; Rather than being able to float or fly at will Icarus instead relies on his emotions and the strength of the wind to carry him. Despite his size he is able to utilize the speed and direction of the wind to his advantage. What he is feeling at the moment only amplifies or weakens his ability. Positive feelings and moods allows him to channel blue energy through his blank eyes and he uses the blowing of the wind to lift him up. Negative feelings and moods hinder his abilities and shortens the distance in which he can travel. Instead of a frosty blue his eyes will glow a dark red when he is upset. He is only able to lift himself a few feet off the ground when he's feeling these negative emotions no matter how strong the current of wind at the time. When he isn't channeling his energy his eyes are always an empty white. The color of his eyes is a good indicator of his mood if he's not seen in the air.

[Little Fish]

Conduct - Charge - Create

Name; Fáfnir [fahv-near]

Little Fish + 168591

Entry;

Fáfnir's large puffy fur is not just for show, they use it to collect lightning from the atmosphere. Instead of intra-cloud and cloud-cloud occurring, Fáfnir is able to direct the strikes, making them a type of conduit. Once gathered, the now electrical current is pulled to their paws allowing them to "power up". This can take seconds or days depending on how much lightning is being produced and how close they are to the production source. Thankfully Fáfnir is able to collect while in the sky so they may continuously fly, though it can be exhausting to constantly conduct and create as they call it.
A ground take-off can be seen when they are fully charged. Their paws begin to glow with swirls on the bottom and electrical output can be seen as they make their way into the air. Fáfnirs paws work like an electromagnet, the swirls change the output of volts as well as the pole needed to push against the earth's magnetic field, thus giving electromagnetic levitation. Each paw works in tandem to keep Fáfnir not only afloat but also balanced in the air.

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A traveling soul, wanderlust-filled body, paws meant to take on distances greater than themselves. Fáfnir has been all over
Linopea, searching for new areas, trying to find something more to the land around them. Born on Kalivar, off the coast of Rershime, Fáfnir did not stay long. They stowed away on the first ship they could find at the young age of ten, feeling the need to see more of the world as soon as possible. The ship had sailed to the motherland of Rershime where Fáfnir spent the majority of their growing years. Here they learned of the world around them and saw great architecture and even greater technology.

They then crossed the Bleau canal which led them to Belurose, dry land with few and far habitants between. This is where Fáfnir learned how to use the land, the master medicinal herb maker they found taught them how to use Belurose's resources as well as other lands. Thus equipping Fáfnir with the knowledge to survive in the wild.

The next trip, to Lylubovi, proved whether or not they could survive off the land, upon doing so Fáfnir continued their journey to Guardania. There they met many friendly groups, along with ancient families who had tended to the land for centuries. The districts were not nearly as advanced as Rershime's smallest cities, yet they thrived with a different kind of familiarity.

Fáfnirs' next journey was to the rumored Settemore, a land so barren few thrived. Upon arrival, Fáfnir was almost removed due to a venomous snake hiding between some rocks, the first of many trails. Making their way across the land was arduous, Mons Igneus Terram was the hardest while Calidi has small villages in between the swaths of lava rock that provided buffers between the empty land. Upon entering Mortem, a lone survivor lived in a deteriorated castle by the ocean. The Moreian, as they preferred to be called, told them tales of the land and how it became such.

An unusual storm forced the waves up the cliffside, making the castle feel as if it could be thrown into the ocean. The Moreian sipped tea calmly by their fireplace as Fáfnir walked in, shooing their unease with the relaxing atmosphere and warming their body by the fire. Fáfnirs' sea-green eyes sparkled in the light as the wind howled. The Moreian began speaking, nonsensical words at first. A land lost, treacherous ocean, frozen tundra, and one word that caught Fáfnirs attention, Icenire. "What do you know of Icenire..." they asked quietly, unexpecting much of a response considering no one had been able to reach the land across the Septentrional ocean. Many speculated that it was as barren as Settemore while some stated there was an untold treasure to be found. The Moreians calm attitude shifted quickly to a crazed look in their eyes, "The spell, THE SPELL." They kept mumbling and yelling, like a back and forth fight between, what, Fáfnir was unsure.

The Moreian paced, rambling, and making large gestures with their paws. They scattered herbs in a circle, salt in a triangle, and
what appeared to be charcoal in a square. The strong smell of herbs filled the room, the salt seemingly began to spark and the charcoal glowed as if on fire. The Moreians eyes had a stream of light behind them as they spoke aloud words unheard. The room spun and before Fáfnirs' vision darkened they heard the Moreian, "Find the one who flies with no wings."

A prod startled Fáfnir, looking up into the blank eyes of a very large elk, they bared their teeth in surprise. Watching as the animal huffed and trotted off into the snow-covered woods, a giant mountain loomed in the distance. Wait. Snow? Getting up their elongated body ached but their well-insulated fur kept them warm as they stared in shock at the icy ground beneath them. They had just been in that strange Moreians castle, warmed by the fire as a night storm raged on. Now it was certainly daylight and colder but fuller in life compared to Settemore. Had they been transported to Icenire? The unreachable territory that is sought after by the most well know travelers, treasure hunters, and adventure seekers.

Fáfnir spun in a few slow circles to take it all in before noticing a break in the trees, much like a path. One who was always ready for an adventure, they smiled boldly at the new prospect. Words echoed in their head "Find the one who flies with no wings" contemplating this Fáfnir began towards the trees to take the distinctive path, taking uncertain steps for once. The path was stunning and Fáfnir was able to find herbs and berries that looked familiar as well as some unfamiliar ones. Watching for the fauna to eat the unfamiliar ones and recording if they were eaten or avoided. They would consume what the natural fauna ate, writing notes on color, flavor, texture, and what Fáfnir decided to call them considering they were unsure if anyone else had been here.

This continued for a few days, building makeshift shelters at night, or well dawn considering the sun did not ever fully set here. On the third afternoon, Fáfnir was greeted by the mouth of a giant cave on the side of the large mountain they had seen upon waking their first day. Staring up to the top of the cave skewed Fáfnirs' eyes and made the cave appear to be a gaping mouth. Shaking off foreboding, they pushed forward. Hoping for untold riches. Their hopes were answered shortly after this thought. Silver coins left a trail to gold coins which lead to gemstones and piles of artifacts and statues. Some were made of wealthy metals while others were made of rare rocks. Mouth agape, they pressed forward, a hoard such as this must have a center.

Breathing could be heard beyond the pile, Fáfnir gingerly walked around eyeing everything around them. While trying to be quiet a chalice slid from underfoot, clashing with the rest of the pile. The sleeping figure stirred, Fáfnir could only see the shadow cast from a hole in the ceiling. The figure begin to get up and upon doing so seemed to grow tenfold in size. Fáfnirs' eyes widened, fear edging in something they had not ever felt before, even when attacked by a venomous snake. Fear of the unknown. Loud thuds followed the shadow of the figure as it crept closer. The weight of their energy could be felt, though not hostile, they were a powerful being.

The thuds got closer and louder, the shadow got taller and larger. Fáfnir shrunk themselves against the wall behind them, trying to pretend they did not exist. They closed their eyes, not wanting to see their fate. Yawnnn "Hello young one, wherefore are you here?" The soft tone spoke clearly into the brisk air, Fáfnir opened their eyes to a peculiar sight, a wyrm much smaller than Fáfnir stood before them. A blank stare and dull scales showed the true age of this being. Fáfnir begin detailing the experience that led them here and the wyrm chuckled. "Ah tha' old witch use to send people here oft, I can easily send thee back. Where shalt I?"

Before Fáfnir answered, they thought about these strange abilities and asked if the wyrm could teach them. "Not something to teach. A gift. I could give thee one I have nay need for, levitation, though at a price." Excitement filled Fáfnir though, they wanted to know the cost of such a gift. "Thy eyes, not the sight but the eyes themselves. I have at each moment wanted normal eyes. I require them in exchange for this." As Fáfnir would still have the ability to see, they saw no drawback. Agreeing, the wyrm simply nodded. Fáfnir had been blinded for a second, then their vision adjusted back to the caves' low light. "Done. Thee can now levitate, seeing as I am not restful where shalt I send thee?" Fáfnir thanked the wyrm and asked to be sent back to Settemore, to finish their journey.

Arrival back in Settemore took a blink. Fáfnir stumbled back from the shock of the experience and the temperature difference. Shaking, they grinned into the open sky, I can now fly. Or so Fáfnir thought, what they did not know is the trails that came with their newfound gift, as well as the side glances, due to their new empty stare.

Fáfnir travels across Linopea. Meets a witch of sorts. Transported to Icenire, an unexplored continent. Meets a wyrm that grants them the gift of levitation but takes their sea-green pupils in exchange and does not explain how to use the power.

[crowthefrostyfloof]

Marking real quick!!

[arsonbird]

markkk

[nio]

username; nio
user id; 144488
keldine name; Aer
entry; their body can become mist-like, transluscent and weightless. they use this to navigate the air.

[azemyc]

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