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Username:
Yelloweh
Name
Plimmyra, or just Myra.
It means flood in Greek.
Age
130 years.
Personality
Myra is your average teen loner Saber, with a love of fun and peace. She thought there was too much war in her life and ran away at a very young age. She enjoys different things in her life, and others, not so much, and she isn't a social butterfly.
x-Likes-x
~Water, of course
~Playing with misecllaneous objects, as in rocks, grass, etc.
~Being free to do what she wants whenever she wants
~Her markings and coloring
~The sky, stars, sun, and moon
~Cloudwatching and bending clouds
~Polishing her amor
~Shiny objects
x-Dislikes-x
~War
~Fire
~New sabers she doesn't know
~Gryphons
~Spiders
Attacks
Cloudscuplting
Myra uses water she draws from the earth and sculpts it into a figure. The water becomes wispy; cloudlike, many say; and she wraps it around the target. This can also be used as a cover, obscuring Myra from the foe's view.
River Rush
This attack is used to blast an opponent with water that can drag pieces of armor off and almost drown the opponent. It is more effective when Myra is near a body of water that she can take water freely from because it drains her energy to draw it up from the ground.
Withdraw
Myra calls upon all of the water near her, using all of her strength to draw it around or in front of herself as a shield against attacks. This is used rarely and only a last resort.
Flood
Myra sends water rushing as fast as lightning at her opponent, flooding the whole area. This attack is also very draining, unless she is by a lake or river. She can also use her ability to create water for this, but she can't generate enough to flood the battlefield.
Special Ability
Myra's special ability is she is able to draw water from anywhere around her a mile away. She is not very good at it yet, and often loses conciousness using it, but she still tries as hard as she can. She often can only draw water from the ground, and not the air.
Armor Type
Gold
Story
Mrya was just a little cub when she left her home in saber pack for a new life alone, without war. Her parents were dead, so who was there to take care of her anyway? Myra had been trotting along, her dark brown fur not causing any attention to herself, after she left. She didn't realize it, but a huge black shadow of a saber was following her.
When little Myra stopped to get a drink in a large lake, the shadow attacked her. She struggled, but blacked out. When she woke up, she found herself in the lake, the water rising to half of her stubby legs. Myra stood up and realized the shadow was still looming before her. She panicked and splashed farther into the water. She found herself belly deep in the freezing water, but she went back farther.
The shadow's eyes gleamed with a manaical glare as it advanced to the quivering cub. Myra squeaked and began to step back farther when her paw slipped and her head plunged under.
A voice called to her, "Swim! Swim to me, little cub." A blue glowing light appeared not far off from where Myra was. She paddled her paws weakly, still feeling the phantom's strange pull. She began to feel stronger as she neared the blue light.
The young cub's fur began to glow with the same blue light and the light streaking the water around Myra began to seep into her body, her fur. Yellow stripes began to form onto her fur, and all the brown except on her stomach and chest dissapated. Myra felt strength winding into her limbs. She was no longer the weak cub. She was Plimmyra! A warrior against the shade which was waiting for her to reappear.
Surely, the phantom thought, the cub is dead and I can feast upon her soul. She is doomed forever!
But the shadowy form was wrong.
Myra burst from under the surface, sparkling water all around her. Her fangs glistened in the sunlight and she sent water streaming at the phantom.
But right after she used this attack, she blacked out again, swirling in a black mass of nothing.
Myra opened her teal eyes to find that the lake was completely drained and she was laying in a thick puddle of mud. Did I defeat that shadow? She wondered. She knew that this was only the start of her life as a loner.
Art
By Charm
Horrible Quality*
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By Me
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By Me
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By Me

By Me
Sketch Animation by Me
By Kokoamo
Yelloweh
Name
Plimmyra, or just Myra.
It means flood in Greek.
Age
130 years.
Personality
Myra is your average teen loner Saber, with a love of fun and peace. She thought there was too much war in her life and ran away at a very young age. She enjoys different things in her life, and others, not so much, and she isn't a social butterfly.
x-Likes-x
~Water, of course
~Playing with misecllaneous objects, as in rocks, grass, etc.
~Being free to do what she wants whenever she wants
~Her markings and coloring
~The sky, stars, sun, and moon
~Cloudwatching and bending clouds
~Polishing her amor
~Shiny objects
x-Dislikes-x
~War
~Fire
~New sabers she doesn't know
~Gryphons
~Spiders
Attacks
Cloudscuplting
Myra uses water she draws from the earth and sculpts it into a figure. The water becomes wispy; cloudlike, many say; and she wraps it around the target. This can also be used as a cover, obscuring Myra from the foe's view.
River Rush
This attack is used to blast an opponent with water that can drag pieces of armor off and almost drown the opponent. It is more effective when Myra is near a body of water that she can take water freely from because it drains her energy to draw it up from the ground.
Withdraw
Myra calls upon all of the water near her, using all of her strength to draw it around or in front of herself as a shield against attacks. This is used rarely and only a last resort.
Flood
Myra sends water rushing as fast as lightning at her opponent, flooding the whole area. This attack is also very draining, unless she is by a lake or river. She can also use her ability to create water for this, but she can't generate enough to flood the battlefield.
Special Ability
Myra's special ability is she is able to draw water from anywhere around her a mile away. She is not very good at it yet, and often loses conciousness using it, but she still tries as hard as she can. She often can only draw water from the ground, and not the air.
Armor Type
Gold
Story
Mrya was just a little cub when she left her home in saber pack for a new life alone, without war. Her parents were dead, so who was there to take care of her anyway? Myra had been trotting along, her dark brown fur not causing any attention to herself, after she left. She didn't realize it, but a huge black shadow of a saber was following her.
When little Myra stopped to get a drink in a large lake, the shadow attacked her. She struggled, but blacked out. When she woke up, she found herself in the lake, the water rising to half of her stubby legs. Myra stood up and realized the shadow was still looming before her. She panicked and splashed farther into the water. She found herself belly deep in the freezing water, but she went back farther.
The shadow's eyes gleamed with a manaical glare as it advanced to the quivering cub. Myra squeaked and began to step back farther when her paw slipped and her head plunged under.
A voice called to her, "Swim! Swim to me, little cub." A blue glowing light appeared not far off from where Myra was. She paddled her paws weakly, still feeling the phantom's strange pull. She began to feel stronger as she neared the blue light.
The young cub's fur began to glow with the same blue light and the light streaking the water around Myra began to seep into her body, her fur. Yellow stripes began to form onto her fur, and all the brown except on her stomach and chest dissapated. Myra felt strength winding into her limbs. She was no longer the weak cub. She was Plimmyra! A warrior against the shade which was waiting for her to reappear.
Surely, the phantom thought, the cub is dead and I can feast upon her soul. She is doomed forever!
But the shadowy form was wrong.
Myra burst from under the surface, sparkling water all around her. Her fangs glistened in the sunlight and she sent water streaming at the phantom.
But right after she used this attack, she blacked out again, swirling in a black mass of nothing.
Myra opened her teal eyes to find that the lake was completely drained and she was laying in a thick puddle of mud. Did I defeat that shadow? She wondered. She knew that this was only the start of her life as a loner.
Art
By Charm
Horrible Quality*

By Me

By Me

By Me

By Me
Sketch Animation by Me
By Kokoamo