Post by Tara Markov on Mar 31, 2015 16:47:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","official-title"]TARA GIA MARKOV
[attr="class","official-header"]TERRA
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[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]METAHUMAN
[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]TWENTY TWO
[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]ELIZA TAYLOR
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[attr="class","SSbox2temp1"]TOMBOY
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[attr="class","official-header"]Tell us your story...
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Tara was born in a small European country of Markovia, located between France, Belgum, and Luxembourg. It is owned and ruled by the entire Markov family. Tara was born an illegitimate child of the ruling king and as such was not considered a member of the royal family, leading to her only knowing her half-brothers in name alone. To avoid a scandal, the king quietly sent Tara and her mother to the United States, sending them checks periodically to take care of them, his only act of kindness towards Tara.
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For the longest time, Tara’s mother kept her father’s true identity secret. It was not until Tara was in junior high and began asking questions about her family tree for an assignment that the truth finally came out. At first, Tara was upset by the revelation and wondered why her father did not want her, but she soon realized that it didn’t matter. He was the one missing out in her opinion.
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Tara loved her life in the United States, the freedom she was able to enjoy as a normal kid, not some frumpy princess. After all, a princess would not have been allowed to climb trees or dig in the dirt. A princess would have been expected to wear frilly dresses all of the time...eww. Nope, she was happy with the life she had.
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Tara’s love of the outdoors and digging led to her pursual of a degree in archaeology. She absolutely loved the idea of finding hidden treasures and wondered what other secrets the earth held. Unfortunately for her, the professor in charge of the archaeology program at Central City University was of the opinion that women were not suited for this area of academia and had made it his mission to make sure all of the females in the program were woefully unsuccessful and most ended up dropping out of the program within a semester or two of entering.
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Not Tara though, her head was hard as a rock and she was determined that she was going to stick it out, even when she got the email from the professor stating that unless she found an artifact worthy of attention by the end of the week she would be kicked out. It was because of this that she found herself at the dig site, alone, the night of the particle accelerator explosion. The blast sent debris from the site everywhere and Tara ended up buried under several inches of dirt. Waking up the next morning, she panicked and the dirt, rocks, and various things flew everywhere, projected away from her body.
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At the time she was not sure what had happened but, she has since come to realize that she can do things with the earth, it’s almost as if it bends itself to her whims, things she never dreamed were possible...like finding an ancient emerald necklace buried in the dig site. She still is not sure how she knew it was there, but somehow she had sensed it deep in the earth. This discovery allowed her to get recognition from those much higher up than her chauvinistic professor, gained her a full paid scholarship for the rest of her time at the university, as well as several articles in various newspapers...which led to a letter from her father congratulating her (this last one was a surprise to say the least).
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Tara struggles with how to keep her powers a secret while still doing what she loves. She is struggling with finding a purpose for her abilities as she reads about those like the Arrow and the Flash, wondering if she could someday use her abilities to help others.
Tara was born in a small European country of Markovia, located between France, Belgum, and Luxembourg. It is owned and ruled by the entire Markov family. Tara was born an illegitimate child of the ruling king and as such was not considered a member of the royal family, leading to her only knowing her half-brothers in name alone. To avoid a scandal, the king quietly sent Tara and her mother to the United States, sending them checks periodically to take care of them, his only act of kindness towards Tara.
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For the longest time, Tara’s mother kept her father’s true identity secret. It was not until Tara was in junior high and began asking questions about her family tree for an assignment that the truth finally came out. At first, Tara was upset by the revelation and wondered why her father did not want her, but she soon realized that it didn’t matter. He was the one missing out in her opinion.
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Tara loved her life in the United States, the freedom she was able to enjoy as a normal kid, not some frumpy princess. After all, a princess would not have been allowed to climb trees or dig in the dirt. A princess would have been expected to wear frilly dresses all of the time...eww. Nope, she was happy with the life she had.
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Tara’s love of the outdoors and digging led to her pursual of a degree in archaeology. She absolutely loved the idea of finding hidden treasures and wondered what other secrets the earth held. Unfortunately for her, the professor in charge of the archaeology program at Central City University was of the opinion that women were not suited for this area of academia and had made it his mission to make sure all of the females in the program were woefully unsuccessful and most ended up dropping out of the program within a semester or two of entering.
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Not Tara though, her head was hard as a rock and she was determined that she was going to stick it out, even when she got the email from the professor stating that unless she found an artifact worthy of attention by the end of the week she would be kicked out. It was because of this that she found herself at the dig site, alone, the night of the particle accelerator explosion. The blast sent debris from the site everywhere and Tara ended up buried under several inches of dirt. Waking up the next morning, she panicked and the dirt, rocks, and various things flew everywhere, projected away from her body.
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At the time she was not sure what had happened but, she has since come to realize that she can do things with the earth, it’s almost as if it bends itself to her whims, things she never dreamed were possible...like finding an ancient emerald necklace buried in the dig site. She still is not sure how she knew it was there, but somehow she had sensed it deep in the earth. This discovery allowed her to get recognition from those much higher up than her chauvinistic professor, gained her a full paid scholarship for the rest of her time at the university, as well as several articles in various newspapers...which led to a letter from her father congratulating her (this last one was a surprise to say the least).
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Tara struggles with how to keep her powers a secret while still doing what she loves. She is struggling with finding a purpose for her abilities as she reads about those like the Arrow and the Flash, wondering if she could someday use her abilities to help others.
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[attr="class","official-header"]Powers/Abilities if Applicable
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The power to manipulate earth, including sand, stone, rock, lava, dirt, glass, metal, and other minerals. She can change earthen matter from one state to another (such as shifting mud into stone), and can manipulate other aspects of earth like mud, sand, wood, and some metals.
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Terra can infuse earthen materials in their physical attacks, covering their fists, feet or even body in earth (dirt, stone, sand, metal, salt, crystal and even lava). Other possibilities include shifting the earth beneath the user and/or the opponent, or throwing earth telekinetically.
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Terra can form armor around their body or a shape it from earthen materials, such as stone, crystal, soil, and mud for protection and physical boost. With training, the user could shape the armor into new forms for weapons, transportation, even constructs of the element.
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Terra can surround someone or something in an earthen tomb, imprisoning them.
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Terra controls the earth in a way that increases their ability to move and/or maneuver either by granting them abilities they otherwise lack or allowing them to ignore normally needed equipment.
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Terra is capable of tunneling through the earth with ease.
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The user is able to pick up even the slightest vibrations through physical contact with the ground, enabling them to perceive their surroundings as precisely as normal sight. Users are able to sense the structure and materials of solid substances, including the presence of caves, material changes, structural weaknesses, etc.
Geokinesis
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The power to manipulate earth, including sand, stone, rock, lava, dirt, glass, metal, and other minerals. She can change earthen matter from one state to another (such as shifting mud into stone), and can manipulate other aspects of earth like mud, sand, wood, and some metals.
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Geokinetic Combat
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Terra can infuse earthen materials in their physical attacks, covering their fists, feet or even body in earth (dirt, stone, sand, metal, salt, crystal and even lava). Other possibilities include shifting the earth beneath the user and/or the opponent, or throwing earth telekinetically.
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Earth Exoskeleton
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Terra can form armor around their body or a shape it from earthen materials, such as stone, crystal, soil, and mud for protection and physical boost. With training, the user could shape the armor into new forms for weapons, transportation, even constructs of the element.
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Entombment
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Terra can surround someone or something in an earthen tomb, imprisoning them.
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Geokinetic Surfing
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Terra controls the earth in a way that increases their ability to move and/or maneuver either by granting them abilities they otherwise lack or allowing them to ignore normally needed equipment.
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Burrowing
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Terra is capable of tunneling through the earth with ease.
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Seismic Sense
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The user is able to pick up even the slightest vibrations through physical contact with the ground, enabling them to perceive their surroundings as precisely as normal sight. Users are able to sense the structure and materials of solid substances, including the presence of caves, material changes, structural weaknesses, etc.
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[attr="class","official-header"]roleplay sample
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Reopening the school had not been his idea, nor had he been an advocate of reopening, but here he was, walking the perimeter of the academy, checking for any weaknesses or broken sigils. Azrael sighed as he walked to the base of the western watchtower, seeing that some of the overgrowth had messed with a few of the sigils here. “Great, just great.”
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He knew that before he could fix the sigils, he needed to take care of the overgrowth that had intruded, so he held out his right hand, his soul blade appearing in his palm, the metal held a shimmery blue sheen and the handle fit his palm perfectly. The weapon was an extension of himself and as such, the balance and feel of it were unique to him alone. Using his sword, he made quick work of the branches and such.
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Once this task was completed, Azrael got a better glimpse at the damage and frowned at the ruined sigils, wondering how much damage the rest of them had sustained. Luckily it seemed that there were still a few intact, as the academy had not been overrun by creatures or worse, fallen while it had been abandoned.
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Bending down, Azrael drug the soul blade across his left hand, wincing ever so slightly as the blade cut through his palm. The blood welled up in his cupped hand, while the blade, it’s task completed, disappeared. Azrael reached over with his right hand and dipped his index and middle finger into the blood, using this to redo the ruined sigils.
Reopening the school had not been his idea, nor had he been an advocate of reopening, but here he was, walking the perimeter of the academy, checking for any weaknesses or broken sigils. Azrael sighed as he walked to the base of the western watchtower, seeing that some of the overgrowth had messed with a few of the sigils here. “Great, just great.”
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He knew that before he could fix the sigils, he needed to take care of the overgrowth that had intruded, so he held out his right hand, his soul blade appearing in his palm, the metal held a shimmery blue sheen and the handle fit his palm perfectly. The weapon was an extension of himself and as such, the balance and feel of it were unique to him alone. Using his sword, he made quick work of the branches and such.
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Once this task was completed, Azrael got a better glimpse at the damage and frowned at the ruined sigils, wondering how much damage the rest of them had sustained. Luckily it seemed that there were still a few intact, as the academy had not been overrun by creatures or worse, fallen while it had been abandoned.
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Bending down, Azrael drug the soul blade across his left hand, wincing ever so slightly as the blade cut through his palm. The blood welled up in his cupped hand, while the blade, it’s task completed, disappeared. Azrael reached over with his right hand and dipped his index and middle finger into the blood, using this to redo the ruined sigils.
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