[duna the killer]

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Name: Nebula
Age: 384 years old, 31 in human years
Gender: Female
Type of Spirit: She can turn into a Phoenix (if it's ok)
Personality: Shy, but always a great friend when you get to know her.
History: Ask in rp
Description: In her 'human' form, she has platinum blonde hair, with black shirt and a katana over her back. She has torn pants and her hair is in ponytail. In Pheonix form she is a beautiful bird, with a head crest and orange red feathers. She has flowing tail feathers.
Powers: She can turn into a Phoenix
Other: None

[Vask]

Health: 90/100
Interacting with: Jane Doe + Spottedbears

Dakota snapped his head around to look at the two again, his green eyes shining. Nobody has ever taken an interest in his cover story before. He sighed, running a hand through his hair with a small chuckle. "I don't mind telling." He spoke up, leaning one elbow on the bar as he faced them. "They're colored contacts, so you just put them on your eye and they color a persons regular eye color, but leave room for your pupil to see. It sting a little when you put them in but barely any hurt after. I wear them mostly for show. And no I don't have glasses. These contacts are made for show, not to improve sight." Dakota was surprised at how easily the lies slipped out of his mouth. He smiled slightly, pleasures by his ease to lie slightly. He had his whiskey in hand, swirling the liquid around slowly, bored. Sighing, he studied the two. They looked deleting dog normal, but Dakota will never stop being suspicious if any. Bars were crawling with Spirits anyway.

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[crystwolf]

Welcome, Dunasaur! Feel free to hop in whenever you like.~

Currently waiting for K3IRA to respond before I post.)

[AbbyJoyce]

(Bumpety)

[duna the killer]

Nebula sat on a rooftop edge, staring across the city. She looked at the sun. It would weaken a normal mortals sight, but it didn't affect her. She was part Phoenix, which was a majestic fire bird. Nebula then stood up and leapt off the building, plummeting about 80 feet down. But her skin turned to feathers and her arms turned to wings. Eventually she was a Phoenix, and soared to the ground. She leveled her body and slowed down. Landing on a lamp post, she let out shriek. She looked to her right and watched a man. He wasn't a mortal. She leapt off the lamp and morphed into a human. She took her katana out of it's sheath, and walked down the sidewalk, looking at her feet while holding the katana in her left hand.

[Jane-Doe]

- Waiting for Spottedbears to post -)

[keiraxstorm]

[duna the killer]

While she was walking, Nebula saw a female mortal with her child. Nebula smirked and quickly morphed into her phoenix form. She let out a cry and the child turned and pointed at her, "Mommy look! A birdie!"
"Yes honey, you can see the birdie tomorrow." Nebula flew off, she saw a man, a Spirit to be precise, sitting on a crate (Fithel). She landed beside him on the crate, her vivid orange, red and yellow tail feathers hanging off the edge. She nudged his pocket and looked at him, hoping for a free meal.

[Arkayy]

Kirrily Akasma

Age:
22 Years Old

Gender:
Female

Type of Spirit/Human:
Asmesian Spirit
- A name given to those that have come in contact with the Asmesia Blossom, a beautiful yet toxic and lethal indigo flower and have survived. Most of the victims were formerly humans that had stray seeds ingrained in there system, adapting and morphing their blood to handle the high toxicity of the acid the flowers spew. The hosts frequently suffer from sudden sickness and odd mood swings.

Personality
She is a very open girl and easy to talk to, though many have not given her a chance to speak without fleeing due to what she is. Her mind is normally blissfully innocent and she's quite the optimist even during multiple situations. Her odd positive charm is bother a strength and weakness as she can easily be used and manipulated by someone with a high intellect. Despite this, she is rather bright able to rationalize situations easily. Only a few times with her control has she snapped and become hostile towards others. Though her slight bipolar traces make sudden anger, depression and hyperactivity in her very unexpected.

Reference of the Asmesia Flower

History:
The girl was born to a normal human family of five in one of the lesser towns of Germany, Kirrily being the youngest of the bunch. The family often moved from place to place to accompany their lack of wealth. Many nights, the family would have to stay in the depths of the wilderness and camp out in make shift tents. The children were still awfully young and often played in the depths of the forest. The girl one day came across the Asmesia blossom when she had gone off for a walk alone after a quarrel with her siblings. The moment she went to pick the flower, a vine came from it's stem and slowly began taking over the young 7 year old's body, the toxins causing her to black out almost instantly. The moment she woke up consciously, she found herself back at her family's camp site, though none were in view. She went to search around for them and soon found an entanglement of large roots, canopying over the pile she discovered. Nearly all of her family could be identified in the limp pile and were already beginning to disintegrate into the ground. After witnessing that, the girl sat close by the sight where the bodies were, crying for most of the night before she fell asleep. As she woke the next morning, she arose to see the bodies completely gone with the odd indigo flowers in there spot, forming the shrine she would visit for years. She continued to live out her years in the forest until she was roughly around teen age, becoming reputed of being a murderous monster due to her inability to harness her life draining ability and spent most of that time in solitude.

Around the time she was the age of fifteen, a military force marched through the forest, burning much of it searching for the girl. She watched as one burned down the shrine of her family and became quite  hostile entity, using her powers over plant life to take out many of the military soldiers. Though she quickly ran out of strength from not sapping the life out of other plants and was quickly detained and sent to a secret research facility hidden in the depths of Siberia's cold tundra. Kirrily was help captive for much of her life after in a cage on the top floor of the research lab so she had no resources to plant life below. Most of the scientists were rather hesitant to approach the girl besides a set few, a couple she even shared deep bonds with. When time had come to execute the girl for  security purposes, one of the workers refused to let the others do so and implanted an odd serum throughout her body that allowed her to momentarily regain her powers and completely demolish the lab she was held captive in, with the exception of the one who had assisted her in doing so and a couple lucky survivors. From that point, she has been roaming on her own for quite some time after.

Description:
[Human form] Kirrily stands around 5'6'' and is rather lean with a delicate looking physique. Her hair glimmers a deep dusky brown. almost a dark tan in broad light that reaches well down her back, almost all the way past her back nearly always laying down straight. One side of her hair has a braid embedded in her locks as well as a few quills and feathers. The most prominent accessory is the normal dark purple flower always seemed to be tucked behind her right ear, nearly always showing. Her gaze is a luminescent hazel tone brighter than most that naturally have this eye color. Her dress contains of a knee length laced black dress bare of sleeves accompanied by natural hand made jewelry that greatly reflects her abilities. Loose vines and roots of plants are normally curled up from her knees down to her Achilles's heel. Her feet are almost always bear as she likes the feel of the earth direction under her toes. Up both of her arms against her fair skin are the faint markings of light golden Celtic knots down to her fingertips, a hollow sun like symbol laying on the back of her hands resembling light tattoos. A similar marking resides under her left eye, clouding much of that side of her face.

[Mythical form] In this form, her hair grows out much more with the lengths easily reaching the ground., becoming a tad darker and the ends transition to long vines that she can manipulate at her will. Her skin looses much of its natural color with almost a light blue sheen to it. The ends of her nails grow out much more easily, resembling near black roots and past her waist she is nearly all coveted in the same toned roots and vines, her bare legs completely covered. The Celtic symbolism plaguing her body becomes more prominent in the shade of indigo and any injuries she acquires will have the same color bleeding from them. Occasionally, her eyes will leak traces of the dark blood as well.

Kirrily's Other Form

Powers:
Although she is not much of a fighter, she has quite a nasty arsenal of tricks up her sleeve. Kirrily is able to manipulate many sorts of plant life, normally in the form of vines, roots, leaves and flowers. She can absorb energy from other plant life with the sacrifice of it withering away and is able to spawn the same poisonous flower that plagues her body. Some attacks include:
 - Spreading noxious pollen in the air.
 - Using roots or vines to ensnare foes.
 - Using spiked stems and vines as whips
 - Sharpening the density of the leaves around her until they have the strength of steel and hurling them at the foes.
 - Slow sapping life energy out of victims.

Other:
 - She has many attributes in common with most plants, enjoying both sunshine and rain though dreading the cold.
 - She loves the water though is quite risky for her to stay submerged in it for too long as the ingrained seeds from the plant in her body might progress and take over her actions.
 - She has a fear of flames, snow, several insects including spiders and mosquitoes especially, violence and hurting others unintentionally.

[Wolfie_Lover]

((Sorry for not posting, but I've read that posts. uwu I just didn't know what to post.))


Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt

He gave a slight laugh as she walked away, but stopped once he was left alone with his thoughts. His feet kept letting him swing, a soft ringing taking over his ears, his eyes looked at the sky. He wanted to fly so bad, but he knew not to in public. What would become of him if humans found out that he was a "spirit"? Anything was possible.
The stranger who had left seemed oddly familiar, as if he had chatted with her or possibly somebody of the same species. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter now, does it?" He asked himself, shaking his head.

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