[QueenAxolotl]

Username: NurseGlowButt
Name: Adela
Gender: female
Brief Personality + History: (800 words maximum)
Are they in control of their powers and how do they use them? What are their feelings toward their abilities?:
(2000 words maximum)

[teabug]

theatre♡kid

pronounced ♡ AY-ra

meaning ♡ merciful. snow. earth.

female

♡ 1 8 3 ♡ w o r d s ♡

t h e ♡ g o o d

♡- she’s very nurturing, actually. she reminds people of their parental figures.
♡- loves to help younger kalons with their magic abilities. it requires a lot of patience.
♡- doesn’t startle easily, so she’s very calm in bad situations.
♡- she’s a voice of wisdom to her peers.
♡- eira is very much a pacifist. she’s forgiving and merciful.
♡- she’s not stand offish, and does not let her pride interfere with her decisions.
♡- she’s loyal to her people.



t h i n g s ♡ t o ♡ i m p r o v e

♡- as she’s a pacifist, she’s pretty bad at sticking up for herself and others if need be, which can lead to bad situations.
♡- she can become too emotionally attached to something, and vice versa. she can also be very emotionally detached.
♡- she may sometimes come off as cold due to her “bossy” nature.
♡- sometimes, and this is very occasionally, eira will lose control of herself. this takes a big predicament and has only happened twice in her lifetime, thankfully. we do not speak of the consequences.
♡- she can let her emotions get in the way of important decisions.

p a r t ♡ o n e ♡ 3 6 6 ♡ w o r d s ♡

eira wasn’t born, persay. she was more so created by a higher power to help the inhabitants of the earth.

she was created from a piece of the moon goddess’ flowing white veil which covered the night sky, providing the young face with a certain brightness that attracted many creatures.

a piece of the wind god’s cloak, so that whenever she moved she looked as if she walked on air, which graced her with the ability to move swiftly without a sound and to be able to rustle the leaves from tall evergreen trees, awakening the animals residing in them and making the birds sing.

a gem off of mother nature’s necklace, so that she would be able to show love to all creatures, tiny to large, fat to skinny- she was gifted the ability to see no difference in any species.

and finally, a fragment of the winter god’s heart was combined with the rest, which shines through with everything that she does. even her gait resembles the once strong, prideful god that still lives up above. having been graced with the powers that were once a god’s baffled her mind, even to this day. she sometimes wonders how her old man is doing.

♡

when eira awoke, there was nothing.

the world was black. dull. she couldn’t hear or see anything.

she was alone in a lifeless world.

that is, until, she felt a biting feeling at the ends of her hooves. she didn’t know what it was. she felt scared by its existence. was it there to harm her? she wondered.

”no, child.” a soft voice whispered from the abyss. ”it is home. the cold is home to you.”

home? eida wondered. what was a home?

”a home is somewhere you belong.” it whispered again.

”where i belong?” she asked aloud, the voice that dripped from her opened maw surprising her. she’d never heard anything like it before.

the voice chuckled. ”there’s much for you to learn, young eira. much more than you’ll ever know.”

p a r t o n e

you took a sharp intake of breath as you watched the elegant fae glide across the frozen lake, her form held up by such a beautiful grace as her hooves flowed across the hard terrain like the water once had that laid cold and stony below her soft feet.

her hair moved behind her as she curved around the bend of the bank, carefully braided locks coming loose as she took up a swifter pace. the long, flailing tail behind her moved accordingly with her movements, each strand of hair akin to an octopus's tentacles. the sweet tendrils were bleached a sparkling white, almost as pure and innocent looking as the snow that laid around you and the company you shared.

however, she didn't acknowledge your presence, so was she really company if she couldn’t see or hear you?

that didn’t stop you from casting your gaze towards her as she dipped low in the moon's light, seeming to dance along to the night's song as she twirled and leapt, eyes closed with complete bliss.

she passed by you. you were afraid she would notice you, but she did not. yet you did receive a face full of snow as her antlers ducked down into the snow and roughly come back up, scattering snow everywhere behind them.

you wondered what she was doing. you also wondered why the ends of her hooves seemed to glow a soft baby blue, akin in colour to a beautiful sunny day with not a patch of cloud in sight.

perhaps it was the moon reflecting off of the ice.

taking out your sketchbook you flipped through beautifully illustrated water coloured paintings and rough charcoal sketches.
opening to a fresh, clean page that smelt of an old book, one from eons and eons ago, you took up a light pencil and began sketching the living beauty that laid in front of you with incredible detail. it was hard not to notice each and every aspect of the fae's features. hard appreciation hit your core.

you wondered where such beauty could've come from. someone or something so pure and innocent was hard to come by these days.

as you started to finish up the final aspects of your drawing, (at the moment you were focusing on the way the flowers in her locks curled into themselves- it intrigued you as they kept changing positions, going from curled to stretched. it was phenomenal.) you noticed that the creature in front of you had started to form tighter circles in her beautiful dance.

curiosity got the best of you as you edged forward. you'd never seen anything like this before. your pencil laid forgotten on the frosty grass beside you, rolling towards the tree you had been leaning against.

your eyes flicked back and forth hurriedly as you tried to watch every movement that she did. every kick of her hoof fell into a synchronized pattern. not a single thing she did was imperfect.

leaning forward so that your head poked out of the cold grass, your eyebrows shot right up to your hairline. since when had creatures with no wings been able to float?

better yet, when had any species in general learn how to float in mid-air?

your maw dropped open as you watched her prance through the air, soft trails of baby blue magic- "oh my god, magic-" you thought, brain going hundreds of miles per hour. her antlers dropped small snow flakes as she moved, gradually picking up speed.

what was happening? where was she going? what was she doing? how-

your thoughts were cut off by something freezing colliding with your head, knocking you down headfirst onto the ice.

"great,"you heard a soft voice murmur as you slipped into unconsciousness. "this is the third time this month."

you didnt really have the chance to protest before you fell into a deep, dark sleep.

p a r T t w o

groaning, you awoke to the sound of rhythmic patters of water falling to the floor, echoing its ominous song throughout the hut you resided in.

wait. hut?

the memories from before your awakening crashed and clashed together, sending early sparks of an oncoming migraine shooting through your cranium.

squeezing your eyes shut you pressed the heels of your paws roughly into the smooth floor below you.

it was freezing, you noticed. thank god you were mysteriously wearing a fur coat. where did that come from? you wondered as you took the upmost care in trying to stand up without crashing to the floor again.

you failed multiple times, of course.

by the time you had actually managed to stand you had a bruise covering your left arm. oh well.

taking a few stuttering steps forward you watched as your breath curled into mist, akin to a dragon’s huffing breath. you paced yourself, making sure not to go too quickly so you didn’t fall over again.

exiting the mouth of the homely wooden structure, you poked your head through the beautifully carved mahogney door, and what you saw took your breath away.

there was snow everywhere for starters, and it was cold. very cold. you rubbed at your nose as you titled your head up to get a better view of your surroundings, the hood of the coat obscuring your vision.

there werent many kalons around, you noticed, as you put a paw out the door. it looked like a ghost town. yet you continued on, padding outside the entrance and into the “street”, which was frosty cool toned pebbles. the snow crunched under your feet.

whilst you were walking you noticed that there were eyes watching your every movement through cracked blinds and windows,

you heard a soft ripple of town folks chatter from their hiding places. why were they hiding? “where did this creature come from?” “who allowed such a beast into our homely abode?” “what will the elders think of this?”

various whispers filled your ears as you continued on, bunching up slightly with nerves. you followed the road to what you assumed was the way out of the village. your shoulders hunched forward as your pace quickened, anxiety starting to steadily flow through your veins. you wanted to be sick. why were they so afraid?

thoughts started colliding with each other in your head. what was happening? who brought you here? were you going to die?

you were about to start hyperventilating but you hit your head on a sign post instead.

rubbing your head with a moan of pain, you looked up.

”dear creature.

i know you’re going to hit your head on this, which i find most amusing.

please follow the directory of this post. unless you’d like to freeze to death. i wouldn’t mind either option.

until i see you next,

eira.

the letters were written strangely but you were able to make out the sarcastic dripping note. huffing out a stuttering breath you brought the foreign cloth closer to your fur line at the base of your neck. it was surprisingly comforting. it was as soft as clouds, and probably beyond if you’d ever be able to touch one.

you stood back up on shaking legs and continued on your journey.

whilst walking you couldn’t help but notice the scenery. god, you wish you brought your sketchbook. it was beautiful. breathtaking.

some huts were crafted by wood, of course, which was pleasantly aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but when you cast your eyes over to the ice-carved houses your heart stopped.

the support beams which were there to hold up the abode were carved with the most amazing expertise of ice cutting you’d ever seen. each individual carving was perfectly put in place. the way the ice was able to dip into curved lines so easily made you wheeze. you wondered how they made these so perfect without them melting.

after a few minutes you finally came to a stop in front of a worn down tipi. unlike the others, it looked ancient. old. but that’s what made you so intrigued.

you rapped your paws on the door, pinning your ears back with fear. ”hello?” you asked, nervousness dripping off your tongue. inwardly, you cringed. you sound like a terrified animal.

but in reality that’s exactly what you were.

you were about to turn away from the door, mind fuming about how this was all one big really thought out prank when-

”come in,” came a luxurious voice through the house’s entrance, which was just a curtain.. ”i don’t bite.”

steeling yourself for a big supposed fight you flung open the sheath of the door and scampered forward, flinging yourself onto the welcome mat.

”im not afraid of you or anyone else! why did you capture me? do you want to fight? let’s go! come at-“

you promptly stopped talking when you realised whom you were speaking to with such a tone.

it was her. the beautiful fae by the frozen lake.

a face you’d never forget.

”come, take a seat.” she spoke, gesturing to the seat in front of her. there was a crackling fireplace beside her. you assumed it was for you, as she was sitting as furthest from it as possible. ”i’ve prepared tea. i’ve heard, from over the many years i’ve walked this earth, that your species appreciates warmth and hot drinks whilst being cold.”

you were stumped for words. ”i uh- yeah, thank you..” you carefully took a few steps forward before sitting down slowly on the couch. it was very comfortable. hesitantly, you plucked the teacup from its saucer.

“you like my work, i see.” eira’s soft tone purred, her unique ombré gaze dropping down to you. she was considerably bigger than you. and everyone else.

you spluttered as you hastily set down your tea cup. “you made this?” you asked with awe, the emotion colouring your words. “that’s- that’s-!”

“amazing?” she gave, a gentle laugh gracing her features. “your species is very humorous. i like that.”

”how did you-?”

”magic.” she cut you off quickly as she prepared to go on a speil. “my people have been graced with the ability to control snow and ice. some more than others and some more controlled then most.

me?” she said, pushing a hoof out from a heavy cloak she’d draped across her shoulders. “i have very good control of my magic. though it took me years to perfect. thousands, to be exact. it’s not an easy thing to manipulate. but once you’ve got the hang of it-“ she twirled her hoof experimentally and a small cloud of baby blue mist sprouted from her appendage before dropping soft snowflakes to the ground. “it become easy to do anything.

however, it can be quite taxing on ones self if a proper technique is not learnt, so some use their gifts sparsely. me, though? i can use my talents for long periods of times. this is how we created this village.” she gestured outside. “through hard work and dedication, though, it was done. it took us a few months.”

the both of you lapsed into different silences- regret for what was coming and awe for what had been said.

”woah.” you whispered, watching as droplets of snow fell from her foot. ”does that hurt?”

”no.” she whispered, closing her eyes. ”not at all.”

before you could bombard her with questions regarding the history of her people you were hit in the head for the third time- perhaps you should invest in getting a helmet?- by an unknown source.

you do remember, though, before you hit the ground as you’d toppled off the warm, comforting cushions, you heard a very distinct distressed noise.

”im sorry,” you heard through the quickly coming white noise, filling your ears. you’d panic if you weren’t so tired. ”i don’t know what to do with you.”

black. lifeless. empty. betrayal.

..hope?


♡ 1989 words ♡

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omg okay this is so edgy and i just noticed that i literally didn’t answer the question at ALL but i reallt don’t want to rewrite this oh my goodness
so basically
she’s just ,, good at controlling her powers
i mean she’s old so skskkd!

im gonna let you decide on what happens next though, as i ran out of space!

good luck everyone !, this was such a pleasure to participate in! ♡

edited spelling mistakes and added missing parts of story from doc on 5th of march, 12:57 AWST (8:57 AM in los angeles)

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[Aeryn]

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[Rutilated Quarz]

Researcher Name (username):
Quarz

Subject Name:
Subject839-N
"Aur"

Gender:
Female

Brief Personality + History:
S839-N was originally found roaming the wilderness
near Outpost F-r37 North, scavenging from the local
flora and hunting the local fauna. Subject was
captured and taken to F-r37N holding cells for further
study when it was noted that the subject had minor
control over the ice and snow of the region, as well
as the peculiar ability to levitate. More study may be
required to determine the extent of these abilities.
Subject has been shown to be quite amiable and
cooperative, and has stated that "[they] hate conflict".
The subject has also expressed wishes on multiple
occasions to be released from containment, saying,
"No offense, but I'd rather be back out in the snow
than stuck in here a moment longer!"

Are they in control of their powers and how do they use them? What are their feelings toward their abilities?:
S839-N has shown to possess minor control over snow and ice - specifically, the growth and spreading thereof. The control does not seem to be conscious, and the subject has expressed distaste for the method of control that exists, stating, "I'm still tryin' ta get the hang of this, but I'd rather it worked, 'ya know, any other way. [sic]" When calm, ice will spread from the ground touching their feet, or the nearest available ground when levitating. When happy or excited, ice will spread faster and nearby moisture in the air will freeze, causing a thick mist and, in higher humidities, spontaneous generation of snow. The ice will also spread to nearby creatures, freezing them solid. When frightened, these powers seem to "lock up" and becoming unusable until the subject calms down.

Their powers of levitation, however, appear to be much more under their control. Subject is usually found floating two to three inches off the ground, though they can float up to two feet without great strain. When questioned on their abilities, the subject has stated, "Floating just feels more comfortable, I guess? Plus, the ground is usually really really cold, even in here, and I'd like to not touch it if I don't have to." The levitation does seem to be somewhat unconscious, however, as the subject has been observed on 3 separate occasions to float while sleeping.

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[theexileofkiem]

Username: theexileofkiem
Name: Taran Rangifer? (Based of scientific for reindeer)
Gender: Female (female reindeer keep their antlers in the winter but males shed them)
Brief Personality + History: (800 words maximum)
Are they in control of their powers and how do they use them? What are their feelings toward their abilities?: 
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Major wip

Dropping, good luck everyone! Can't wait to see who wins this lovely.<3

[opossumbreath]

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