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slid_outPlayer's Name: Hanna / Panda
Contact info: PM, if you want to reach me through plurk or AIM, ask.
Character: Piper
Canon: OC
Version: N/A
Canon Point: N/A
Age: She's been in existence for less than a year, but appears to be somewhere around twenty years old physically, mentally being harder to place but clearly adult.
Gender: Doesn't actually have a gender per se, but looks female and usually refers to herself as such.
History: Anyone who met Cadence McArthur would probably think she was a rather average young woman. Pretty in her own way with light brown hair and startlingly green eyes that often seemed too large for her round little face. They might note that she seemed a little shy and tended not to look at people when she spoke to them, and maybe someone who took the time to think about it would observe that she never showed much skin. But still, nothing much out of the ordinary. Certainly nothing to be worried about.
They would be wrong.
Cadence was a very, very troubled girl. Had been for most of her life. Fear was never far from her mind, always creating new and imaginative horrors for her to shy away from. At night she would lie awake, terrified of falling asleep for when she did her powerful imagination created horrific nightmares that haunted her even when she awoke to find that it had all been just a dream.
She had some serious mental issues, that much was certain, but there was more to it than that. Hidden in her mind lay a vaste reserve of hidden and untapped magical potential. She had no idea, she didn't even know magic existed, and if someone had told her, she would not have believe it. She would have been too terrified of the possibility that some of the horrors she imagined could actually be real, and her mind would have recoiled in horror.
All of that power augmented the darkness that was taking over her mind, wrapping around it and starting to give it a kind of life of its own.
Her thoughts took on an increasingly darker character, and she started hurting herself, unable to suppress the impulses any longer. Still, she had a modicum of control, the magic not only augmenting the destructive powers of her mind but also shielding her from them, slowly separating them from her, driven by her intense desire to just have them out. To not feel this way any longer.
Years passed, and the hunger for suffering, the desire to harm and hurt grew stronger and stronger inside her, the visions of horror never leaving her, but her ability to resist and not act upon it, to hide it and give a semblance of normality also grew stronger. Some days she almost felt like she was two people sharing one body. The one that wanted to hurt people, torture them and see them suffer, and that wanted to hurt herself too because it's all the same to her, that one, and then the one that didn't want to hurt anyone. That just wanted to go to school and hang out with friends, read books and get to sleep at night.
But the urges continued, and the nightmares. The fantasies about torture and murder and death and insanity, so tangled up that she wasn't quite sure if she was wanting it to happen to herself or wanting to do it to others.
And then she thought what she perhaps should not have. She thought, ”what if she could just... go somewhere else. The other one.”
That was the final spark that ignited the last stage of the long process that had been going on in her mind for so long. That night when she fell asleep... she did not dream. For the first time in her entire life, no visions of horror was haunting her mind, and she slept like a baby.
Because all of that was slowly sliding out of her ear in a steady trickle of black, inky fluid. All the nightmares, all the self-destructive urges, the compulsions, the delusions and the will to bring harm to others. All of it was leaving her in a stream of magic and malice.
It pooled onto the floor, and it rippled and moved in a way no liquid ever could. It rose and took a form. A young woman, exactly like Cadence in everything but her coloring. The hair was pitch black, and so was her eyes, pupil and iris indistingushable from each other. It was self-aware from the start, knowing exactly what it was and how it had come to be, and it thought that it should have a name. Idly flipping through the knowledge gleaned from all of Cadences memories it came upon one that sounded about right. Musical, so a little reminiscent of the girl who had unwittingly created it.
Piper.
The creature snuck out of the house, and thus began its new existence as a separate being. She didn't need to eat or sleep, and at first merely roamed around getting used to having a solid form, learning how to pass for human amongst others so that she could get close enough to mess with them.
Then she found that she could enter people's heads by reverting to her original liquid form and sliding in just like she'd slid out, and that made things both more interesting and a lot easier. It was a good way to travel, for one. So people who had never been afraid of flying in their lives suddenly found themselves panicking when planes took off, because they had fear riding with them.
She has a lot to learn yet, both about herself and the world. She only knows what Cadence knew, and what she's managed to figure out on her own.
It was a great thrill to find that there were other inhuman creatures in the world, and that she could often sense them, almost like... a smell, but not quite.
And that is where she's at. A newborn of sorts, and at the same time not really one at all. Nightmares and wishes to do harm have a sort of... eternal quality to them after all. She is watching and learning and throwing herself into the fray with reckless abandon, and that is how she aims to continue.
Personality: Piper is very new to this world, and therefore most things are absolutely fascinating to her. She loves people, to poke and prod at them and find out what makes them tick so that she can turn it against them, turn it into the same darkness that she is made of. What she loves more than anything else is suffering, and she is absolutely egalitarian in this. Her own suffering gives her as much satisfaction as that of others, and she is therefore as likely to give herself up as a willing sacrifice as she is to torture someone for days on end to savor their pain.
She is rather easily distracted however, and if something is too hard to accomplish she'll probably just give it up and go do something else because there isn't much she'll care enough about to be willing to give it much effort, since something else will surely be just as entertaining.
She's a big fan of sensory delights, and even if she doesn't need to eat, strictly speaking, she tends to taste things just for the sake of tasting them. This includes things that usually shouldn't be tasted, since she can't die from it anyway. Pain is a big favourite and she will seek it out whenever she can. She tried sleeping, but that didn't work out at all and she got bored very quickly with just lying down with her eyes closed. She is what happens when you sleep after all, so she can't do it herself.
She's thoughroghly enamored with music, loving how it is so directly connected to emotions. She has an ambition to learn more about it and master every instrument there is. She has time after all.
She can be pretty flirtatious, being fascinated by sexuality and both the sheer physical sensations connected to it and the element of power play it can contain. Anything that can be used to influence people is of interest to her, because that is one thing she does feel a genuine need and craving for, to affect people, to twist them and turn them and make them do and feel things.
She loves to learn new things and will be eager to find out everything everyone knows, listening eagerly to instructions and stories.
She is cunning and intelligent, and there is no real limit to the amount of information she can absorb since she in essence is made of thoughts. She wants to know everything, because knowledge is power and what you know can be used to your advantage.
When it comes to love and caring, she is capable of them, after a fashion. However, her versions of these things is not something that would be appreciated by most creatures, since she is far from gentle with the things she likes, because really, she sort of likes most people and things. She has no real reason not to. It is in fact rather hard to make her dislike you, at best she will merely find you boring and wander off. Hate and anger do not come easily to her, much like she isn't really capable of feeling fear. It might seem like a paradox since her desires are decidedly sinister, but she is a nightmare, and they rarely make sense and thus she operates with a rather skewed logic.
She loves suffering, and in a way she therefore loves those who suffer because without them she would not be able to have her fun. She likes it when others hate and fear, as those are very entertaining emotions indeed, but feeling them herself just takes too much effort.
Fears: Piper is incapable of feeling fear, most things that would frighten people only making her absolutely delighted. She's more likely to seek scary things out than to try to avoid them.
Weaknesses: When she is in human form she is just as fragile as the young woman she came from, with the exception that she can't actually die. So anything that would incapacitate your average twenty year old will have the same effect on Piper and will force her to return to her liquid state, and that really isn't a very practical form to be in.
Mundane Strengths/Abilities: She knows how to read and write and do math, has a decent singing voice... really a rather average little abomination when she's appearing as a human. She isn't exceptionally strong or fast, and she has no weapon skills or anything like that. She does however have a very, very high pain tolerance. And while poisons affect her, they can't kill her, she'll just feel like absolute shit if the dose is lethal. Same with drugs, they affect her but she can't die from overdosing. She also can't lose consciousness, meaning of course that whatever pain she is in she can't escape from through that, but also that she can't be drugged to fall asleep or something like that. Sleeping pills will make her dizzy and disoriented instead.
Sensitivity/Magical Ability: She can pick up if something is ”up” with another person, but it's pretty fuzzy, kind of like picking up a smell. She can return to her liquid state, and when she does that wounds and other afflictions (like poisoning) will heal, though it will take a while before she can change back to human. The girl form is her only alternate one at the moment but with time she may learn how to take another as well.
If she is inside someone's head she can create thoughts and nightmares, affecting their wishes and decisions. In her human state this is limited but she still may be capable of vague suggestion if she puts her mind to it.
Supply List: Just the clothes she's wearing, an oversized white long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans, plus a pair of sneakers.
Game Transfers: N/A
Sample RP post: There was something about rolling your cigarette yourself that was just... satisfying, somehow. As she went through the motions with nimble fingers, she regarded the man standing by the bar stool she was sitting on with eyelids at a lazy half-staff. She knew what he wanted from her, and she was not disinclined to give it to him, really, though he would have to pay a much higher price than the drink he'd offered to buy her.
She allowed her lips to curl into an enticing little smile as she nodded and gestured to the stool next to her, and then nodded again when he asked if she wanted another one of what she'd had previously. There wasn't much point in wasting words, the music was absurdly loud, and the DJ had kept making it louder over the course of the night. At this point she could feel the base thumping in her chest like a second pulse, and there was a deliciously painful pressure building in her head from the hard wall of sound constantly battering her.
She gave the ”no smoking” sign an amused glance before lighting her cigarette, certain that the bartender wasn't going to say anything considering the marlboro that was dangling from the corner of his own mouth.
The stranger next to her slid the drink over with a wide grin, and she saluted him with it before downing it all in one go. Then she leaned over to put her lips to his ear, lacing her words with suggestion, enticement and promise.
”Let's get out of here.”
Her coy little smile widened as she led him out of the club. He seemed to be in good health, big and strong, he could probably take a lot. They had a fun few days ahead of them, she could just tell.
Contact info: PM, if you want to reach me through plurk or AIM, ask.
Character: Piper
Canon: OC
Version: N/A
Canon Point: N/A
Age: She's been in existence for less than a year, but appears to be somewhere around twenty years old physically, mentally being harder to place but clearly adult.
Gender: Doesn't actually have a gender per se, but looks female and usually refers to herself as such.
History: Anyone who met Cadence McArthur would probably think she was a rather average young woman. Pretty in her own way with light brown hair and startlingly green eyes that often seemed too large for her round little face. They might note that she seemed a little shy and tended not to look at people when she spoke to them, and maybe someone who took the time to think about it would observe that she never showed much skin. But still, nothing much out of the ordinary. Certainly nothing to be worried about.
They would be wrong.
Cadence was a very, very troubled girl. Had been for most of her life. Fear was never far from her mind, always creating new and imaginative horrors for her to shy away from. At night she would lie awake, terrified of falling asleep for when she did her powerful imagination created horrific nightmares that haunted her even when she awoke to find that it had all been just a dream.
She had some serious mental issues, that much was certain, but there was more to it than that. Hidden in her mind lay a vaste reserve of hidden and untapped magical potential. She had no idea, she didn't even know magic existed, and if someone had told her, she would not have believe it. She would have been too terrified of the possibility that some of the horrors she imagined could actually be real, and her mind would have recoiled in horror.
All of that power augmented the darkness that was taking over her mind, wrapping around it and starting to give it a kind of life of its own.
Her thoughts took on an increasingly darker character, and she started hurting herself, unable to suppress the impulses any longer. Still, she had a modicum of control, the magic not only augmenting the destructive powers of her mind but also shielding her from them, slowly separating them from her, driven by her intense desire to just have them out. To not feel this way any longer.
Years passed, and the hunger for suffering, the desire to harm and hurt grew stronger and stronger inside her, the visions of horror never leaving her, but her ability to resist and not act upon it, to hide it and give a semblance of normality also grew stronger. Some days she almost felt like she was two people sharing one body. The one that wanted to hurt people, torture them and see them suffer, and that wanted to hurt herself too because it's all the same to her, that one, and then the one that didn't want to hurt anyone. That just wanted to go to school and hang out with friends, read books and get to sleep at night.
But the urges continued, and the nightmares. The fantasies about torture and murder and death and insanity, so tangled up that she wasn't quite sure if she was wanting it to happen to herself or wanting to do it to others.
And then she thought what she perhaps should not have. She thought, ”what if she could just... go somewhere else. The other one.”
That was the final spark that ignited the last stage of the long process that had been going on in her mind for so long. That night when she fell asleep... she did not dream. For the first time in her entire life, no visions of horror was haunting her mind, and she slept like a baby.
Because all of that was slowly sliding out of her ear in a steady trickle of black, inky fluid. All the nightmares, all the self-destructive urges, the compulsions, the delusions and the will to bring harm to others. All of it was leaving her in a stream of magic and malice.
It pooled onto the floor, and it rippled and moved in a way no liquid ever could. It rose and took a form. A young woman, exactly like Cadence in everything but her coloring. The hair was pitch black, and so was her eyes, pupil and iris indistingushable from each other. It was self-aware from the start, knowing exactly what it was and how it had come to be, and it thought that it should have a name. Idly flipping through the knowledge gleaned from all of Cadences memories it came upon one that sounded about right. Musical, so a little reminiscent of the girl who had unwittingly created it.
Piper.
The creature snuck out of the house, and thus began its new existence as a separate being. She didn't need to eat or sleep, and at first merely roamed around getting used to having a solid form, learning how to pass for human amongst others so that she could get close enough to mess with them.
Then she found that she could enter people's heads by reverting to her original liquid form and sliding in just like she'd slid out, and that made things both more interesting and a lot easier. It was a good way to travel, for one. So people who had never been afraid of flying in their lives suddenly found themselves panicking when planes took off, because they had fear riding with them.
She has a lot to learn yet, both about herself and the world. She only knows what Cadence knew, and what she's managed to figure out on her own.
It was a great thrill to find that there were other inhuman creatures in the world, and that she could often sense them, almost like... a smell, but not quite.
And that is where she's at. A newborn of sorts, and at the same time not really one at all. Nightmares and wishes to do harm have a sort of... eternal quality to them after all. She is watching and learning and throwing herself into the fray with reckless abandon, and that is how she aims to continue.
Personality: Piper is very new to this world, and therefore most things are absolutely fascinating to her. She loves people, to poke and prod at them and find out what makes them tick so that she can turn it against them, turn it into the same darkness that she is made of. What she loves more than anything else is suffering, and she is absolutely egalitarian in this. Her own suffering gives her as much satisfaction as that of others, and she is therefore as likely to give herself up as a willing sacrifice as she is to torture someone for days on end to savor their pain.
She is rather easily distracted however, and if something is too hard to accomplish she'll probably just give it up and go do something else because there isn't much she'll care enough about to be willing to give it much effort, since something else will surely be just as entertaining.
She's a big fan of sensory delights, and even if she doesn't need to eat, strictly speaking, she tends to taste things just for the sake of tasting them. This includes things that usually shouldn't be tasted, since she can't die from it anyway. Pain is a big favourite and she will seek it out whenever she can. She tried sleeping, but that didn't work out at all and she got bored very quickly with just lying down with her eyes closed. She is what happens when you sleep after all, so she can't do it herself.
She's thoughroghly enamored with music, loving how it is so directly connected to emotions. She has an ambition to learn more about it and master every instrument there is. She has time after all.
She can be pretty flirtatious, being fascinated by sexuality and both the sheer physical sensations connected to it and the element of power play it can contain. Anything that can be used to influence people is of interest to her, because that is one thing she does feel a genuine need and craving for, to affect people, to twist them and turn them and make them do and feel things.
She loves to learn new things and will be eager to find out everything everyone knows, listening eagerly to instructions and stories.
She is cunning and intelligent, and there is no real limit to the amount of information she can absorb since she in essence is made of thoughts. She wants to know everything, because knowledge is power and what you know can be used to your advantage.
When it comes to love and caring, she is capable of them, after a fashion. However, her versions of these things is not something that would be appreciated by most creatures, since she is far from gentle with the things she likes, because really, she sort of likes most people and things. She has no real reason not to. It is in fact rather hard to make her dislike you, at best she will merely find you boring and wander off. Hate and anger do not come easily to her, much like she isn't really capable of feeling fear. It might seem like a paradox since her desires are decidedly sinister, but she is a nightmare, and they rarely make sense and thus she operates with a rather skewed logic.
She loves suffering, and in a way she therefore loves those who suffer because without them she would not be able to have her fun. She likes it when others hate and fear, as those are very entertaining emotions indeed, but feeling them herself just takes too much effort.
Fears: Piper is incapable of feeling fear, most things that would frighten people only making her absolutely delighted. She's more likely to seek scary things out than to try to avoid them.
Weaknesses: When she is in human form she is just as fragile as the young woman she came from, with the exception that she can't actually die. So anything that would incapacitate your average twenty year old will have the same effect on Piper and will force her to return to her liquid state, and that really isn't a very practical form to be in.
Mundane Strengths/Abilities: She knows how to read and write and do math, has a decent singing voice... really a rather average little abomination when she's appearing as a human. She isn't exceptionally strong or fast, and she has no weapon skills or anything like that. She does however have a very, very high pain tolerance. And while poisons affect her, they can't kill her, she'll just feel like absolute shit if the dose is lethal. Same with drugs, they affect her but she can't die from overdosing. She also can't lose consciousness, meaning of course that whatever pain she is in she can't escape from through that, but also that she can't be drugged to fall asleep or something like that. Sleeping pills will make her dizzy and disoriented instead.
Sensitivity/Magical Ability: She can pick up if something is ”up” with another person, but it's pretty fuzzy, kind of like picking up a smell. She can return to her liquid state, and when she does that wounds and other afflictions (like poisoning) will heal, though it will take a while before she can change back to human. The girl form is her only alternate one at the moment but with time she may learn how to take another as well.
If she is inside someone's head she can create thoughts and nightmares, affecting their wishes and decisions. In her human state this is limited but she still may be capable of vague suggestion if she puts her mind to it.
Supply List: Just the clothes she's wearing, an oversized white long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans, plus a pair of sneakers.
Game Transfers: N/A
Sample RP post: There was something about rolling your cigarette yourself that was just... satisfying, somehow. As she went through the motions with nimble fingers, she regarded the man standing by the bar stool she was sitting on with eyelids at a lazy half-staff. She knew what he wanted from her, and she was not disinclined to give it to him, really, though he would have to pay a much higher price than the drink he'd offered to buy her.
She allowed her lips to curl into an enticing little smile as she nodded and gestured to the stool next to her, and then nodded again when he asked if she wanted another one of what she'd had previously. There wasn't much point in wasting words, the music was absurdly loud, and the DJ had kept making it louder over the course of the night. At this point she could feel the base thumping in her chest like a second pulse, and there was a deliciously painful pressure building in her head from the hard wall of sound constantly battering her.
She gave the ”no smoking” sign an amused glance before lighting her cigarette, certain that the bartender wasn't going to say anything considering the marlboro that was dangling from the corner of his own mouth.
The stranger next to her slid the drink over with a wide grin, and she saluted him with it before downing it all in one go. Then she leaned over to put her lips to his ear, lacing her words with suggestion, enticement and promise.
”Let's get out of here.”
Her coy little smile widened as she led him out of the club. He seemed to be in good health, big and strong, he could probably take a lot. They had a fun few days ahead of them, she could just tell.
