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August 16th, Morning Indianapolis, Indiana "Come on, Kev! Get your tits in gear! Just 'cause you're a girl now, you take forever to get ready? Bet you Vy and Amy are waiting on your pretty ass, too. Aren't you?" Taeli scowled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she deftly twisted her purple hair into intricate braids, binding them to the back of her head with a pair of jeweled hair clips. Long, pointy ears weren't just form, they had function too - through the bathroom door and the door to her and Amaranth's hotel room at the JW Marriott, she could clearly hear the rumbling baritone that belonged to the biokinetically-enhanced-to-near-seven-feet Alan. "Keep your skirt on, Alan, I'm almost ready," she said, opening the bathroom door for a second and pitching her voice to carry, before closing it again. And here I am a stupid, sexy, soprano... It was a tired, resigned thought as she reached down to adjust her breasts inside her bustier, then tugged up at the cups, but it was only a delaying tactic. No amount of fiddling would make her bustier cover more than the little it did. With several months of living as a woman under her belt, Taeli was mostly used to her body now, if still having trouble with all and the type of attention it received. And she certainly wasn't accustomed to dressing like this, regardless of how incongruously comfortable it was - she still preferred loose, unisex clothing that downplayed her taut, stunning curves. Letting her sister talk her into going out to a club in London for her seventeenth birthday at the beginning of August had been a big mistake. But she had been allowed off the Ramillies compound for one of the rare times without a minder and had spent a great weekend with her family, so was in high-spirits and had let herself get lost in the music... Well, suffice to say, at least as far as she was concerned, it definitely was possible to be too sexy for your own good. Really, Kathy hadn't needed to laugh, she might have been used to having some guy grind his hard-on against her ass, but Taeli wasn't! Nor was she used to being propositioned and proposed to so often and so blatantly. Sighing, she studied herself in mirror as she pulled out a small jewelry box out of her invisible Bag of Holding - what her friends annoyingly called her invisible purse. She picked through it, skipping the earrings - which she already wore - adorning fingers with tastefully elegant rings of gold, silver, and mithril, gemmed and not. According to the scientists, it was actually a unique alloy of platinum, osmium, and titanium they couldn't believe was naturally occuring, but to her, it was mithril, the same as the combs studded with sapphires binding her hair. She didn't even consider the circlet - yes, she had a damned tiara! among other things - seeing that as too much. She had to admit, she looked fantastic, if anything, even more attractive than when she had first erupted to her consternation - she could readily believe she had a nymphly heritage. The backless bustier and shoulder-length, fingerless gloves of deep blue leather embossed with arcane patterns of gold contrasted flatteringly with her pale, perfect complexion. Taeli perched easily in the four-inch heels of the matching thigh-high boots, which highlighted her firm, shapely legs and pert behind - at least it gave her something closer to her old, male height. The length of her elegant ears were bedecked with a number of earrings, studs and small hoops and cuffs, and her Luckstone rested snug in the hollow of her throat. In addition to the rings, she had also added a fine gold chain, the gold pendant of a stylized heart - the symbol of Hanali Celanil, the Elven Goddess of love and beauty - resting between her full breasts. She topped it off with a cloak of cloth-of-silver that reached her ankles, trimmed in dark fur and backed with lavender silk. She pulled the final piece of her costume from her bag of holding and clipped it to one of the two belts hanging from her hips. A scabbard of gleaming black shadowtop wood, capped and mounted in mithril, the intricate crossguard and pointed pommel in clear display. She and Vyserian had gotten a special dispensation to wear their moonblades from WotC. She looked sensual without being slutty, fey and exotic, and even a little dangerous, like she could kick-ass and look hot doing it, then would be ready for a ball. She was nervous showing so much skin while not wearing a bathing suit, and had never worn so much jewelry in her life - even if she could picture her PC doing so - but she did look like her character down to virtually the last detail. That had been part of the deal with WotC, that they would all dress in-character while attending GenCon, while they provided the plane tickets and accommodations. She wondered if Liam and Connor were just claiming that to see her strutting around in her fantasy gear. At least they were dressed up too. Then again, she had seen pictures from past cons, they might hardly stand out at all. Okay, that was probably asking too much... Nervous she might be, Taeli was equally, if not more, excited to be here. The compound in Ramillies was beginning to chafe and the gaming group had been talking about attending GenCon since last year. Their eruptions and awakenings had completely disrupted those plans of course. Then Liam and Connor revealed they had gotten in contact with Wizards of the Coast, who, along with their corporate masters at Hasbro, were certainly interested in five young adults who in some ways had become their Dungeon & Dragons characters, especially the two Nova-Elves. There couldn't be better publicity than that, and it would certainly give them a boost to a demographic they were losing to MMOs, as well as attract new gamers to the industry. More importantly - and surprisingly - EuroNet had allowed them to attend, contingent on them being accompanied by minders to keep an eye on their potential assets, one for each nova, and one for the three psiads. Teali blushed, recalling giggling in glee at the news. In her extra-dimensional satchel, she had copies of The Gathering Storm and The Towers of Midnight for the Author Guest of Honor to sign, Brandon Sanderson, as well as a book of artwork for the Artist Guest of Honor, Todd Lockwood, who had been of the artists responsible for the look of third edition of D&D. He had been an influence on her own art style and she had a portfolio of her own artwork too, to show him and some of the other artists attending, as well as the reps at Wizards. She had been interested in being a commercial artist and still was. She had sold a few commissions through her DeviantArt page, but had to close that down after being inundated by requests once it was known she was a nova. This trip was full of firsts for her. Her first convention, her first trip overseas, her first time on a plane. She had been anxious on the plane at first - Thank God that Amaranth's status as a princess meant they had had a charted diplomatic flight all to themselves - enough that she had seriously debated pulling on her boots, since they allowed her to fly, just in case, but refrained the urge. It was silly, she could picture herself flying on the back of a dragon, on giant eagles and griffons, and those had all been exhilarating, yet the plane unnerved her. She'd gotten over it during the last half of the flight though. Mostly. But now she was here and she didn't intend hiding in her hotel room the entire time. Not the least because it was slightly awkward sharing it with Amaranth and Vyserian, even if a few months had made it somewhat easier to deal with her and his predicament. And she was only sharing with them because it would have been even more awkward sharing it with either her minder, or Alan, Connor, or Liam, though all three had been more than eager to do so. Humming lightly, she checked herself in the mirror once more, made sure her cloak was draping properly and leaving her swordhilt clear, then sauntered out of the bathroom and struck a playful pose for Amaranth, that fell somewhere between fashion model and heroic Bladesinger. "So, Ames, think this will do for dressing up as a Moon-elf Bladesinger?" Taeli asked, her exotically accented soprano tinted with hesitant playfulness. Only then did she notice that is wasn't only Amaranth - and Vyserian - in the room. Their minders were there, Kristoff Wyst and Vitalia Rosellini, eyes hidden behind mirrorshades turning in her direction. Alan, Connor, and Liam were there too. Alan McAvoy was seven feet of red-headed barbarian, dressed in a kilt, furred boots, heavy gauntlets, his broad chest criss-crossed with a pair of wide leather bandoleers and an absurdly large - and fake - greataxe on his back. Connor Donovan was dressed in leather armor dyed green, with latex ears giving him mild points and a bow. Liam had dyed his hair white, as well as his sparse, trimmed beard, and was dressed in a white suit, claiming his was the Architect from some movie from about ten years ago. And they were staring at her unabashedly. Taeli's string of vehement curses was in Elven, but was as emphatic as the blush staining her cheeks a pale purple.
There were many things that Karrie despised. A lack of a sense of humor was one thing. A lack of justice was another. And of course, her boss would add a lack of respect for authority to that list. The truth was that Coyote generally didn’t actually hate these things; rather, she loved their opposites too much to tolerate those things. There were forms and procedures and generally a lot of useless work involved in getting to see novas who were currently at the Ramillies Nova Centre. Karrie really didn’t feel like messing with all of that nonsense so in typical Karrie fashion, she didn’t. They would have denied her anyway, so why bother? The Common Tern sailed over the walls of the Ramillies Centre, banking once on three-foot wings. The large white wings twisted in the wing, the bright orange bill catching the sun. Karrie saw that her quarry was alone, her bird-eyes picking out the silver hair and lithe build. Another twist of her wings, and she was settling down in the garden, some distance away from her target. Vysarian was sitting alone still when she approached. She’s never seen him but he’d been described in the article she read. There was no mistaking the androgynous features, pale hair and, of course, the pointed ears. Still, Karrie straightened out her denim skirt and t-shirt. The shirt advertised for Montoya’s School of Fencing and displayed two men with crossed swords on the front. In honor of this visit, Karrie had even added some make up to her face, accenting her eyes and trying to downplay her jaw and nose. “Hi,” she said as she took the bench across from him. Her eyes met his and she paused, startled by his eyes. “Hot damn, but you have pretty eyes.” Then she waved her hands in dismissal. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant to say. Lemme start over. Are you Vysarian Araseal and/or Amaranth Marie?”
Name: Her Royal Highness Amaranth Helena Silvia Marie, Princess of Sweden, Duchess of Uppland Nova Name: Vysarian Arasael Concept: Accidental Elf Nature: Caregiver Allegiance: Vysarian - Taehlyri'salatria Duirsar. Amaranth - Unsure at the moment. Nominally her family, but things are awkward all around. Evolution: - Theme: RPG Character for real. HT: 1.83 m/6'0" WT: 56.7 kg/125 lbs Hair: Long, fine, silvery-white. Eyes: Sapphire-blue with gold flecks. Age: Born January 17th,1996, currently 17. Attributes STR: ●●● *DEX: ●●●●●(Agile) Mega ● STA: ●●● *PER: ●●●●● (Observant) Mega ● *INT: ●●●●● (Clever) Mega ● *WIT: ●●●●● (Creative) Mega ● *APP: ●●●●● (Exotic) Mega ● MAN: ●●●●● (Diplomatic) CHA: ●●●●● (Elegant) Enhancements Elven Archery (M-Dex: Artimis' Bow) Elven Lifespan (M-Sta: Unaging) Elven Vision (M-Per: Electromagnetic Vision) Gift of Tongues (M-Int: Linguistic Genius) Maker’s Soul (M-Wit: Artistic Genius) Double Life (M-App: Costume) Abilities: Physical - Brawl: Might: Throwing: Archery: ● Athletics: ● Drive: Firearms: Gunnery: Heavy Weapons: Legerdemain: Martial Arts: ● Melee: ●●● Pilot: Ride: ● Stealth: ● Channel: Endurance: ●●● Resistance: ●●● Mental- Artillery: Awareness: ●●●●● Investigation: Navigation: Academics: ●● Analysis: Bureaucracy: ● Computer: ● Demolitions: Engineering: Intrusion: Gambling: Linguistics: ●●●● Medicine: ● Science: Survival: Tradeskill: Arts: ●●●●● Biz: Mediation: Modulate: Rapport: Shadowing: Tactics: ●●● Weave: Social - Disguise: ● Intimidation: Style: ●● Diplomacy: Hypnosis: Interrogation: Seduction: Streetwise: Subterfuge: ●● Animal Training: Carousing: Command: Etiquette: ●●● Instruction: Perform: ● Backgrounds: Allies: ●●●●● (King Carl Gustaf & Queen Silvia) Attunement: ● Backing: ●●●● (Sweden) Cipher: Contacts: Dormancy: ●●●●● Equipment: Eufiber: Favors: Followers: Gadgets: Influence: ● (Gaming/Fantasy communities) Mentor: Node: ● Rank: Resources: ●●●●● Reputation: ● (Royal Prince/ss of Sweden, erupted playing D&D into the moon elf Vyserian Arasael) Sanctum: ●●●●● (Moderkainen's Magnificant Mansion spell, write-up forthcoming) Adversarial Backgrounds: Vyserian Arasael Fan Club: size ● / devotion ● Media Exposure: ●●●●● Suitors: ● Quantum: ● Quantum Pool: 10 Taint: - Temporary, - Permanent Chrysalis: - Temporary, - Permanent Archetype: - Willpower: ●●●●● Initiative: 9 Powers (Level 1: Violet, Level 2: Blue, Level 3: Green, Level 4: Yellow, Level 5: Orange, Level 6: Red - In Theme BOLD) Devices The Stars of Mystra – 14 NP Description: A silver necklace with a delicate woven chain connecting seven stars. Quantum: 25 Enhancement: Health, Quantum Attunement Mega-Attributes: Perception 2, Intelligence 2 Powers: Teleport 1, Invulnerability w/Broad – Physical 1, Invulnerability w/Broad – Energy 1, Invulnerability w/Broad – Mental/Psychic 1 Locked to Vysarian: The Stars of Mystra was given to Vysarian by Mystra herself, created uniquely for him as a reward for his dedication to Her and the magic of Toril. Ithilhyanda en Arasael (Moonblade of the Line of Arasael) – 8 NP Description: An ornate sword inscribed with runes. The scabbard and belt are decorated in similar style with runic inscriptions and embedded with precious gems. Quantum: 3 Quantum Pool: 21 (3 pts are permanently dedicated to Combat Awareness, which is always active) Enhancements: Combat Awareness Mega-Attributes: Dexterity 2, Wits 2 Powers:Quantum Weapon 1 (Weakness: Limited - Only augments the Moonblade; Linked w/Accelerate Time. Strengths: Level dropped to 1) Accelerate Time 2 (Weakness: Range - self only; Limited - Can only be activated as the linked power of Quantum Weapon or Mental Blast, not independently. Strength: Level dropped to 1.) Mental Blast 1 (Weakness: Target Restriction - Only targets that have resistance to or cannot be harmed by physical damage when attacked (such as Density Decrease 3 or above); Range - Sword attack; Linked w/Accelerate Time. Strengths: Level dropped to 1, Aggravated Extra) Locked to Vysarian: The blade is mystically bound to Vyserian's family. In the hands of anyone else it is only a normal ornate longsword. When Vysarian dies the blade will pick one of his family members to pass to (this now includes Amaranth's family). However, the blade must pass to an elf or half-elf, so more than likely only one of his children (should he sire any) would be able to claim it. Should he die without and elven (or half-elven) heir, another elf may attempt to awaken the blade to their bloodline by performing a ritual and attuning the blade to themself. For this particular blade, the ritual involves holding a vigil in the name of Mystra in a place sanctified to Her, swearing an oath to the service of the goddess and the preservation and advancement of magic and arcane knowledge. Merits & Flaws Acute Hearing: 1 Acute Sight: 1 Light Sleeper (Elven Meditation): 2 Photographic Memory: 3 Quantum Sensitivite: 2 Sexy: 1 Signature Weapon (Longsword): 2 Taint Resistance: 5 Minority: 1 Many people make assumptions about Vyserian because he erupted from a girl into a male elf. Of Two Hearts: 5 Vysarian finds himself unable to access the power he once had. His spellbook is lost to him in this new world and between his removal from the universe that Mystra holds power in (including his separation from the Weave) and Amaranth's utter lack of of faith that his goddess is even real, he finds himself almost entirely powerless. Only the fact that his ancestral blade and the gift from Mystra Herself still function at all (though Her gift is no where near as potent) gives him any hope that he will one day regain his own abilities and perhaps find his way home. Until he can reconnect with his goddess and recreate his spellbook, though, he is unable to cast spells, which this world calls "inherent quantum capabilities". Aberrations (Low: Violet, Medium: Blue, Severe: Green) Aberrant Ears: Pointed elf ears. Aberrant Eyes: Sapphire blue with gold flecks. Aberrant Hair: Silvery-white and only on brows/head. Distinctive Looks: After the media coverage, Vyserian is only ever mistaken for one other person: Kevin, but only when someone mistakes his gender. Sex Object: The living fantasy of rpg'ers, MMOers, and otaku world-wide, Vyserian is often a hot elf first and a person second. Surreality: Much the same as Sex Object, most people find a "real life elf" just too interesting; those that don't care about the elf bit are usually caught by the gender change or the royal pedigree. Fragile: Vyserian's constitution is much weaker as an elf. Known Languages Native: Elven Others: Fearun Language Family, Romance, Deus Vox (as the language of magic) Movements Walk: 5m, Run: 11m, Sprint: 38m Soaks Base Soak: 3B/1L Healing Rate: x2 Health Levels: Unhurt Hurt Injured Wounded Maimed Crippled Incapacitated Dead Creation/Apotheosis Log Baseline - Attributes: Strength 1, Dexterity 4, Stamina 1, Perception 3, Intelligence 4, Wits 3, Appearance 2, Manipulation 3, Charisma 3 Abilities: Archery 1, Martial Arts 1, Ride 1, Stealth 1, Endurance 3, Resistance 3, Awareness 3, Academics 1, Bureaucracy 1, Computer 1, Linguistics 1, Medicine 1, Arts 3, Disguise 1, Style 2, Diplomacy 1, Subterfuge 2, Etiquette 3, Perform 1 Backgrounds: Allies 5, Backing 2 NP Expenditures Available while Dormed: All skills. Resources 5 -Note: Dormed Appearance Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown Height: 5 ft. 2 in. Weight: 110 lbs. Picture to be added. Nova - 44 of 100 NP Spent 5 NP Attributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 5, Stamina 3, Perception 4 & 5, Intelligence 5, Wits 4 & 5, Appearance 3 - 5, Charisma 4 & 5 10 NP Megas: Dexterity 1, Wits 1, Perception 1, Intelligence 1, Appearance 1 2 NP Enhancements: Artimis' Bow (free), Artistic Genius (free), Electromagnetic Vision(free), Linguistic Genius (free), Unaging 3 NP Abilities: Athletics 1, Melee 1-3, Awareness 4 & 5, Academics 2, Linguistics 2-4, Survival 1, Arts 2-5, Tactics 3 26 NP Backgrounds: Attunement 1, Dormancy 5, Node 1, Resources 3 - 5, Sanctum 5, Gadgets 23 NP 0 NP Powers: None 0 NP Willpower: 0 NP Quantum: 0 NP Quantum Pool: Freebie Points - 15 + 8 + 14 + 1 = 38 pts Adversarial Backgrounds: Fanclub (1/1) -2 Media Exposure -5 Suitors -1 Aberrations:Aberrant Ears - Pointed -1 Aberrant Eyes - Sapphire blue with gold flecks -1 Aberrant Hair - Silver-white and brows/head only -1 Androgynous -1 Distinctive Looks -1 Sex Object -1 Surreality -1 Fragile -3 Flaws: [*]Minority - He's a elf, used to be a she, is still Eurpean royalty, and doesn't know if he's straight, bi, or gay now. -1 [*]Of Two Hearts - Vysarian finds himself unable to access the power he once had. His spellbook is lost to him in this new world and between his removal from the universe that Mystra holds power in (including his separation from the Weave) and Amaranth's utter lack of of faith that his goddess is even real, he finds himself almost entirely powerless. Only the tokens that his ancestral blade and the gift from Mystra Herself still function at all (though Her gift is no where near as potent) gives him any hope that he will one day regain his own abilities and perhaps find his way home. Until he can reconnect with his goddess and recreate his spellbook, though, he is unable to cast spells, which this world calls "inherent quantum capabilities". -5 Merits: [*]Acute Hearing +1 [*]Acute Sight +1 [*]Concentration +1 [*]Devotion: As a cleric of Mystra, it is Vysarian's imperative to preserve knowledge of magic, spread it's use and understanding, and create magical items. He loves his goddess deeply and cannot be swayed from his belief in Her - and the truth of his own past and universe. +2 [*]Light Sleeper (Elven Meditation) +2 [*]Photographic Memory +3 [*]Quantum Integrity +5 [*]Quantum Recovery 3 +3 [*]Quantum Sensitivity +2 [*]Sexy +1 [*]Signature Weapon (Longsword) +2 [*]Taint Resistance +5 Backgounds: Backing 3 - 5, Resources 1 & 2 +5 Willpower 4 - 6 +6 XP Log 05/01/2012 +25 (25), May XP 06/01/2012 +25 (50), June XP 07/01/2012 +50 (100) July XP and Anniversary XP