Can I sneakily join in this rp? :3 I have no idea what's the senario right now though :3 Posted on the 'finding roleplayers' thread, but not sure if I'm supposed to do it here

Name: Silvia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Description: a teenager struggling to remember her past and desperate to find a way back home. The only thing she seems to remember is her name: Silvia. She looks at the waves in dismay; a figure of a lovely girl greets her. She has long silver/white hair, icy blue eyes, and a 5'6 figure.
Position: unknown
Power: Magic (Ice). She found a wooden staff engraved with strange glowing runes on the sand. She hesitantly reached for it, unsure what to do. The staff seems to be calling her, drawing her closer and closer. As she touch the staff a faint array of blue light seems to be emitted from the runes. she stared in awe as a floating orb of blue energy magically appears in the middle of the crook. (Her staff is like the one that Jack frost had in The Guardians) As she stared at her staff, a strange kind of energy fills her body, giving her courage and strength. After a while, the energy leaves, and she is yet again left to her own devices. (She also has Nullification, so other powers cannot influence her,doesn't matter if bad or good)
Other: She's shy (because I'm shy too :3)

Picture :3


I look around curiously, scanning my surroundings. I notice I'm sitting on some warm sand on a beach of some kind, and I take a moment to enjoy the cool sea breeze. in the distance I can see a canopy of trees, maybe some kind of miniature forest, but I wasn't too sure.

"Oh, what have I got into now?" I said, a bit worried.

((Welcome to the rp! Your picture didn't work by the way. On another note I think I've come up with a story for Fester to tell))

"When I first arrived in this land I was already hurt when I woke up. I felt similar to how you probably feel now. Sick, strange, hungry. Very hungry. Despite feeling as strange as I did, it seemed natural, as if I had been this way all my life. Certainty I wanted to feel normal, but the more pressing issues where my current wounds, only slightly worse than the one you're stitching up now, and finding food, I felt as if I had been starved for a week, though I didn't look malnourished or starved.

Over the next couple of days of running around the wood like a madman I slowly lost touch with reality. Be it the visions I was plagued with while I rested or the starvation that wasn't. I ate whatever I could find, Berries, Nuts, Herbs, but they only really made me feel more sick. Eventually I managed to kill a rabbit or some other sort of small animal and I ate that, but I still felt hungry.

On the last day before Talon found me I had been resting briefly, barely myself anymore and I was attacked by a bandit. Having little control over myself I killed the man using whatever means necessary." Fester purposely left out the fact that he ate part of the bandit's corpse, knowing that Aloevan speaks Infernal. "After that I rested not far away and the next morning I felt a bit better, my wounds had healed some, I didn't feel as strange as I did the past few days. Being myself again I searched the bandit's body for anything valuable. Strangely enough that didn't seem particularly weird to me either. I found a knife, a couple of animal furs, and he had some really nice shoes so I took those too.

The next day Talon and a group of several others had found me, they were cautious of me, I obviously wasn't human, and I was kind of covered in blood from killing that bandit. They weren't really sure what to think of me so they tied me up and brought me back to camp. They brought me to Kim, and being a woman of few words, she told me I was welcome to stay as long as I was not a threat to the people currently living here.

It didn't take me very long to find out my powers. The first was my future sight. A double edged sword that shows me the future, but what is really true or not is debatable. My second, well I'd hardly call it a power, but more a characteristic of who I am, grey skin, sharp teeth, red eyes, an strange unsatisfiable hunger, but when fulfilled heals my wounds to some degree.

Eventually I felt at home, I don't remember my life before this world, but I can only assume I was an outcast because having a place to call home seemed like a great accomplishment, a wonderful new thing, to be accepted regardless of what I am."

((Uh that's all I can really come up with for now, sorry if it's a bit scrambled, but I guess it will do for now))

( No that's prefect! Thank You! Once agian sorry for putting you on the spot.)

Peridot eyes burn like melted gold with her warped attention to the tale. Brief though the glance is it holds the weight of galaxies and swirls with a depth and darkness far beyond her years, far beyond any human’s years. "That is rather tragic. I am sorry you lost yourself to such an extent and felt ashamed for what you became. I do hope you will gain full control of your abilities, master the visions that haunt you and sate the hunger that drives you." She purrs in perfect lilted infernal. "Hesitate not to awaken me if for any reason you seek comfort from the demons that lurk just beyond your sight, and dance on the edge of your blade ." She cuts the thread, finished. Her face cast in an warm luminance, returns to watch his with a curious worry and a strange otherworldly feel. A pleased smile plays upon her face, It’s a miracle that sharp teeth do not wait just beyond the upturned rose frosted lips.


(Anyone cuiosue about what just happened to her? Or are we all good? Sorry this took so long.)

(Upturned: She's smiling...rather creepily actually)

((Hey its not problem It was kind of fun to write it.))

Once Mica finished stitching the wound Fester sat up and stared at her, half shocked she was speaking to him in Infernal. "Wait. What? You speak Infernal?" He spoke in Infernal again, just to test her. He snapped out of his daze and spoke again, in English, he was probably just imagining it. "Thank you for your concern Mica, I . . . I really appreciate it."

Like the flipping of a switch the aubrun haired girl transitions from hunting panther to happy bunny and jubalently chimes back. "No problem!" English, it was just normal english. "I pick things up fast....guess I got a little carried away." She her voice is fast with enthuism, she raises a hand to scratch her head. "Yeah. Umm don't know what came over me there...Ah..haha...ha....Well sorry about the crude stictch job!" He face is almost painfully happy. "You should probably stay lieing down." Her face saggs as her body droops. "Need anything else?"...it's like she's a compeltly different person.

Aloevan sat there blankly as Mica began talking in infernal. { Oh dear. let's hope she isn't possessed'}she thought, slowly inching her way towards Fester. Aloevan has come across others who spoke Infernal, but nothing like the manner Mica spoke in. By the time she reached Fester, she realized Mica had gone back to normal.
" Psssst. Fester " she whispered, hoping Mica wouldn't hear. " Next time you have the ability to transfer your powers into others, please think TWICE before doing so .. . uh .. . Mica seems possessed.

He laid back down, doing as she said. Fester also took note of the personality change in Mica. "You did fine Mica, I'll be feeling a lot better by morning . . . Heh I hope I don't have trouble sleeping tonight, otherwise I'm going to be stuck staring at the ceiling of the caravan." Fester glances back at Mica. "I'm good. Thank you again Mica. Do you need anything? I can't get up and get it for you, but I can tell you where stuff is if you need anything." Fester looked to Aoevan and shushed her, he thought it was awesome Mica learned Infernal.

"I'll be right here is you have any trouble~" She whispers geting to her feet with an almost predatorial fluidity. The tone is welcoming yet once again laced with somthing...other. Not quite a purr this time but somthing much softer than the girl in the river would usual speak, like crushed velvet instead of raw cotton.

Mica flops into her new hannock. "GOod Night!" Her freckled face breaks over with joy before she rolls over back to the crowd.

"Good night." He said in infernal. Fester reached over to his near by bag he had taken to battle with him and took out his pouch of weird dried meat and ate a piece. He put the bag back in it's place and sighed as his wound began to heal slightly. "Aloevan there are some blankets over there if you need them." Fester grabbed a blanket for himself and dragged it over. After covering himself up he laid awake for a short while.

Mica lays awake restless. {I feel like a dead woman. WHY can't I sleep.} Her stomach growls.