RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST EIGHT: BOREAL! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
02-27-2014, 06:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2014, 06:24 AM by Solaris.)
Username: wheres sol
Name: Dwidia
Species: Monster, Sougth-Eestern
Gender: Female
Color: chilly sorta blue
Description: Blue-ish humanoid, only partially there, whispy. What passes for hair flows down and around her and around her, usually in circles, flows along with her movement. For the most part, shes colored while and light blue, unnaturally thin.
Due to her places of origin, Dwidia has little mental activity. That is not to say that she is unintelligent, only that she is more akin to a force of nature than to a sapient being. She simply wishes to reach a place of comfort, and isolation, something that is rare in her world.
Weapons/Abilities: As a spirit reminiscent of cold winds and permafrost, Dwidia is of course immune to cold temperatures and is very attuned to the world around her. She can control the winds that surround her and direct them towards others, and additionally take over the winds of the round around her.
However, there is a twist to her winds and the winds that touch her. Her coldness does not only outwardly affect others, but additionally affects them spiritually. What this is to say is that those who come near her or are touched by her wind will start to not only have their temperature lowered, but they will also feel colder and more distant.
Biography: "Haven't you heard, that wind is coming over here!"
Two Wehstern creatures were speaking as the sun set, the more worried one was lizardlike, while the other had a straw hat, tusks, and thick black fur.
"Uh... which wind? There's like, so many... do we really need to make such a big deal out of this one?"
"No, this one is different, it isn't like the other winds!"
"Dude... it's wind. It moves, it has some sort of intensity, and it has a temperature. Not that big of a deal."
"Not this one, this one has some other properties, I think it's that Eestern stuff..."
"The Eestern wind? That... that is weird..."
"Yeah, so come on."
"Nah, I think I'll see for myself."
"Whatever buddy, don't say I didn't warn you..."
The strawhat sat and waited for the odd wind to appear as the sun set. As it turned to night, the temperature got colder, much colder than it usually would at this time of the year.
"Not feeling all that different from a normal Wind here."
The strawhat then saw a figure floating in the distance, bright blue floating slowly towards the town. Rather than wait for the figure to come closer, they ran out to it. When they felt close enough, the strawhat asked, "Hey, wind, where are you going?"
The wind was silent, continuing its movement forward. As it passed near the strawhat, they suddenly felt cold, but more than just cold.
"Hey, what's the big idea here, I just want to talk!" They reached for the wind, and tried to grab at it, but upon touching it they felt sad and alone and like they would never be warm again, as if every emotion that was once a bright color had just turned into dull grey.
They fell backwards, breathing hard and heavy, terrified of the winds that had passed them by. As they started to cry, they heard the winds carry, with the saddest voice they had ever heard, "I want to go home."
Name: Dwidia
Species: Monster, Sougth-Eestern
Gender: Female
Color: chilly sorta blue
Description: Blue-ish humanoid, only partially there, whispy. What passes for hair flows down and around her and around her, usually in circles, flows along with her movement. For the most part, shes colored while and light blue, unnaturally thin.
Due to her places of origin, Dwidia has little mental activity. That is not to say that she is unintelligent, only that she is more akin to a force of nature than to a sapient being. She simply wishes to reach a place of comfort, and isolation, something that is rare in her world.
Weapons/Abilities: As a spirit reminiscent of cold winds and permafrost, Dwidia is of course immune to cold temperatures and is very attuned to the world around her. She can control the winds that surround her and direct them towards others, and additionally take over the winds of the round around her.
However, there is a twist to her winds and the winds that touch her. Her coldness does not only outwardly affect others, but additionally affects them spiritually. What this is to say is that those who come near her or are touched by her wind will start to not only have their temperature lowered, but they will also feel colder and more distant.
Biography: "Haven't you heard, that wind is coming over here!"
Two Wehstern creatures were speaking as the sun set, the more worried one was lizardlike, while the other had a straw hat, tusks, and thick black fur.
"Uh... which wind? There's like, so many... do we really need to make such a big deal out of this one?"
"No, this one is different, it isn't like the other winds!"
"Dude... it's wind. It moves, it has some sort of intensity, and it has a temperature. Not that big of a deal."
"Not this one, this one has some other properties, I think it's that Eestern stuff..."
"The Eestern wind? That... that is weird..."
"Yeah, so come on."
"Nah, I think I'll see for myself."
"Whatever buddy, don't say I didn't warn you..."
The strawhat sat and waited for the odd wind to appear as the sun set. As it turned to night, the temperature got colder, much colder than it usually would at this time of the year.
"Not feeling all that different from a normal Wind here."
The strawhat then saw a figure floating in the distance, bright blue floating slowly towards the town. Rather than wait for the figure to come closer, they ran out to it. When they felt close enough, the strawhat asked, "Hey, wind, where are you going?"
The wind was silent, continuing its movement forward. As it passed near the strawhat, they suddenly felt cold, but more than just cold.
"Hey, what's the big idea here, I just want to talk!" They reached for the wind, and tried to grab at it, but upon touching it they felt sad and alone and like they would never be warm again, as if every emotion that was once a bright color had just turned into dull grey.
They fell backwards, breathing hard and heavy, terrified of the winds that had passed them by. As they started to cry, they heard the winds carry, with the saddest voice they had ever heard, "I want to go home."