RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST SEVEN: NIGHTMARES! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
02-24-2014, 05:56 PM
Username: Garuru
Name: The Incendiary
Race: Human? Spectre
Gender: Varies
Color: This one
Biography:
Feb 24, 2014
You are at your friend's birthday party. You're having a blast, eating snow cones, playing games, all that. He even has a bouncy castle in his backyard! You're thinking that this just might be the best birthday party ever! You are about to tell your friend that, when all of a sudden, here comes Janice. Ugh, Janice. Who invited her to this party? You suck it in, and prepare for the onslaught of passive aggression that is sure to follow. But, this time, you can tell that something is wrong, as you make eye contact with her. She's always had a nasty glint in her eye, but this time... it's almost tangible. Like, a spark runs between the two of you, visible only to you. She has a present in her hand, wrapped in red and gold paper. As she gives it to your friend, she only says, "Happy birthday. Hope you're having a blast." As your friend rolls his eyes and sets it on the table, you can tell something is off. But what?
You try to tell your friend this, but no words come out of your mouth. Suddenly your movements feel sluggish. You feel like you are walking through molasses, and every step takes great effort. You look back at the table, driven by an instinct. The present has already turned in a strange metal apparatus, but nobody else seems to have noticed. It was a sphere, and it had a clock on it, ticking down from 5 minutes. Suddenly, you realize what this must be, and you try to warn the others: your friend, his parents, everybody. But you still cannot say anything. As you gesticulate wildly in slow motion, they can only look at you oddly, and laugh. Good one, they would say. You look around for Janice, demanding an explanation, but you can't find her. Instead, in her place is a huge fiery face, only looking at you. It leers, demonically. Once again, nobody notices her. Tears running down your cheeks, you make the toughest decision, to save only yourselves.
As you start to run, the fiery spectre opens her mouth, and screams, in the voice of "Janice". "It's a bomb!" Finally, some people start to catch on, and notice the rather obvious beeping. They run, but it is too late. The bomb is at 5 seconds.
You run, but your legs are burning with pain already.
4 seconds.
Your lungs are on fire, you struggle to take a breath.
3 seconds.
Everybody rushes past you.
2 seconds.
You begin to really wish you had gotten more in shape, even though this level of exertion is abnormal for you.
1 second.
You look back, and the damn demonic face is still there, leering at you.
00:00
Description: The Incendiary is a spectre. Its normal form is that of a huge, leering, demonic face on fire. However, it is capable of taking on the form of just about anybody. Nobody knows what happens to the people he imitates. This imitation is perfect, and people will never suspect a thing. That is, except for you. Yes, you. To explain, the Incendiary also likes to "mark" people. You see, it feeds off of panic, literally, and it likes to start with slow nibbles. And now, you have been marked. The person it imitates will usually be someone you know, but you're maybe not on good terms with. Being around this mockery will make you feel like something is off. Yet, whenever you try to explain, nobody will believe you.
As it becomes time for the Incendiary to feed, it will try to seek out, or create, the situation with the most people together in one place. It will then make a bomb, and watch you panic, feeding off of you all the while. To this end, it will glare at you, causing you to move sluggishly and be unable to speak. Finally, it will make others aware of the bomb, just before it is too late. The sight of this mass panic causes the greatest feeling the Incendiary will have, and the reason it keeps doing this. Mysteriously, this bomb doesn't appear to actually kill anyone, everyone having gotten away. Though, of course, you don't know that. The shockwaves have finally caught up to you. Congratulations, you're the next Incendiary.
Items/Abilities: Mimicry, distortion of belief, making bombs, causing sluggishness.
Name: The Incendiary
Race: Human? Spectre
Gender: Varies
Color: This one
Biography:
Feb 24, 2014
You are at your friend's birthday party. You're having a blast, eating snow cones, playing games, all that. He even has a bouncy castle in his backyard! You're thinking that this just might be the best birthday party ever! You are about to tell your friend that, when all of a sudden, here comes Janice. Ugh, Janice. Who invited her to this party? You suck it in, and prepare for the onslaught of passive aggression that is sure to follow. But, this time, you can tell that something is wrong, as you make eye contact with her. She's always had a nasty glint in her eye, but this time... it's almost tangible. Like, a spark runs between the two of you, visible only to you. She has a present in her hand, wrapped in red and gold paper. As she gives it to your friend, she only says, "Happy birthday. Hope you're having a blast." As your friend rolls his eyes and sets it on the table, you can tell something is off. But what?
You try to tell your friend this, but no words come out of your mouth. Suddenly your movements feel sluggish. You feel like you are walking through molasses, and every step takes great effort. You look back at the table, driven by an instinct. The present has already turned in a strange metal apparatus, but nobody else seems to have noticed. It was a sphere, and it had a clock on it, ticking down from 5 minutes. Suddenly, you realize what this must be, and you try to warn the others: your friend, his parents, everybody. But you still cannot say anything. As you gesticulate wildly in slow motion, they can only look at you oddly, and laugh. Good one, they would say. You look around for Janice, demanding an explanation, but you can't find her. Instead, in her place is a huge fiery face, only looking at you. It leers, demonically. Once again, nobody notices her. Tears running down your cheeks, you make the toughest decision, to save only yourselves.
As you start to run, the fiery spectre opens her mouth, and screams, in the voice of "Janice". "It's a bomb!" Finally, some people start to catch on, and notice the rather obvious beeping. They run, but it is too late. The bomb is at 5 seconds.
You run, but your legs are burning with pain already.
4 seconds.
Your lungs are on fire, you struggle to take a breath.
3 seconds.
Everybody rushes past you.
2 seconds.
You begin to really wish you had gotten more in shape, even though this level of exertion is abnormal for you.
1 second.
You look back, and the damn demonic face is still there, leering at you.
00:00
Description: The Incendiary is a spectre. Its normal form is that of a huge, leering, demonic face on fire. However, it is capable of taking on the form of just about anybody. Nobody knows what happens to the people he imitates. This imitation is perfect, and people will never suspect a thing. That is, except for you. Yes, you. To explain, the Incendiary also likes to "mark" people. You see, it feeds off of panic, literally, and it likes to start with slow nibbles. And now, you have been marked. The person it imitates will usually be someone you know, but you're maybe not on good terms with. Being around this mockery will make you feel like something is off. Yet, whenever you try to explain, nobody will believe you.
As it becomes time for the Incendiary to feed, it will try to seek out, or create, the situation with the most people together in one place. It will then make a bomb, and watch you panic, feeding off of you all the while. To this end, it will glare at you, causing you to move sluggishly and be unable to speak. Finally, it will make others aware of the bomb, just before it is too late. The sight of this mass panic causes the greatest feeling the Incendiary will have, and the reason it keeps doing this. Mysteriously, this bomb doesn't appear to actually kill anyone, everyone having gotten away. Though, of course, you don't know that. The shockwaves have finally caught up to you. Congratulations, you're the next Incendiary.
Items/Abilities: Mimicry, distortion of belief, making bombs, causing sluggishness.
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