Post by nommyuks on Sept 15, 2015 23:56:54 GMT
OGRES
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Parvati Kaur Sharma
Aliases: Parvati Party, The Faint Smile
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Class: Ogre
Faction: Independent
Division: Independent
PERSONAL INFORMATION
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Appearance: Parvati defies a lot of stereotypes regrading ogres. Particularly, this applies to her femininity. Not just in her personality, but also in her vicissitudes as she touches up more properly than the average woman. Surely, when looking at female ogres of her kind, elves and vampires were not the only races to be known for their naturally beautiful women! Her blonde hair draped all the way down to her hips while her black horn protruding from her forehead facilitates in spreading her bangs apart, granting a palpable view of her red eyes. Sticking with the usual ogre ears, they remain pointy and curl slightly. While not having red, blue or green skin like people believe ogres have, she does harbor tanned skin - advent partly because of her origin in India. Of course, the woman stands at a staggering height of 8'2ft, making her taller than the average female ogre. However, her rambunctious and sweet demeanor really takes away the intimidation of her height lest she gets furious, especially her glowing smile. So, it tends to prove more inconvenient due to most places having yet to accustom their infrastructure to the towering mystic kind. Albeit, her scrupulous behavior when it comes to her hygiene and cleaning in general handles any bruises or scrapes on her baby soft skin. On this note, while Parvati is not audacious enough to wear lipstick and eyeshadow all of the time, her adroitness in other make up touches makes her skin and face lustrous. Whenever she has no need for using her gauntlets, the ogre immediately ensures to place nail polish on her fingers. With all of this talk about femininity, one cannot forget that the woman was still an ogre. Thus, while her body looked lithe and slender, in actuality it was quite firm with muscle as her biceps alone are something she can throw out with an exuberant "POW!". Surely, Parvati holds pride in her muscular body even if her feminine habits make a juxtaposition with it.
As for her wardrobe (it's actually rather grandiose), the fact that she travels a lot made her unable to really use frilly and floaty dresses that she is so fond of. Instead, the need for an adaptable and convenient outfit overruled her wants. However, instead of complaining about climate in terms of harshness, she would complain more about how hectic it was to keep her looks in check with the diversifying climates, especially in a desert. A desert also seems to have its influence on the primary color of her coat, it taking the same hue as sand. It lacks sleeves, but covers pretty much everything else, being only partially fastened all the way down to her waist just below the brown belt around it (which has pouches used to store various exiguous objects). Thus, it allows her freedom to move her lengthy legs. These legs have an odd choice of leggings to cover them - mainly in its design - as it is a mixture of black and orange where the latter acts as a patch that covers several inches above and below her knee with its edges being maroon while the former fills the rest of the garment. On her knees were knee pads of actual steel. Complementing the pigment of black in her entire outfit, she also wore boots of the same color that extended to her calf. Furthermore, her top has the same kind of design as her leggings, and if not picked up on already, then the outfit underneath her overcoat was a bodysuit. Finishing off with her accessories, Parvati dons orange rectangular paudrons and steel gauntlets strapped around her forearm.
Personality: The ogre’s most open traits would be her sweet and chipper demeanor, having a beaming smile on her face most of the time. Parvati’s social and amiable attitude allows her to thrive in voluminous groups, and unlike the common ogre, prefers the liveliness of groups rather than the security and comfort of solitude. This festive part of her earns her the nickname of “Party Parvati” by her friends. However, catching her in a group isn’t what is needed to be able to see how bubbly and chummy she is. Whenever caught alone her tender and soft attributes start to show as she is more than able to tackle life by flowing along with it. Furthermore, the combination of her height and motherly, graceful tendencies grants Parvati a warm, cozy and snuggly air befitting the mother figure. Indeed, she also is a family-oriented person and particularly loves children, being more than willing in allowing them to ride on her shoulders. However, her maternal habits sometimes gets involved in other matters, leading her to picking up smaller races and treating them as children due to the height difference – engaging in silly activities like piggy back rides, superman, or rocket ship.
A particularly great influence on Parvati’s personality that is worth mentioning lies in the kind of tribe that she grew up in. Their values included honesty, trust, responsibility, peace, joy, love, and so on with others following along the same principle. While these are values respected by many societies or at least desired by them, they tend to hardly get followed yet in her tribe it is their way of life. Violence is a rarity and so is hatred and frustration towards one another. The size of the tribe was neither small nor large yet everyone within it acted as a single family – neighbors taking care of each other’s children and often instructing them when their parents could not. This practice gave Parvati a habit of treating her friends like her own family, especially since she is often quite far away from her actual home. So, it is not much of a surprise to see her doting on or scolding someone like an elder sister or mother would. As for the other aforementioned aspects of the tribe, their values naturally found themselves shared by one of their children as well.
While having grown up in an environment that one may call “sheltered”, Parvati’s experiences in traveling around the world with her father had contributed in her growing up and maturing mentally. It also allowed her to take an interest in a variety of human and mystic kind culture. So, the addition of an open-mind into her personality usually makes her the medium or peacemaker in a variety of situations. Furthermore, the business of trading allowed the ogre to be surprisingly skilled in eloquence that is required in her field – haggling, intimidating, bluffing, etc., which are only supported with her rich, lucid, and contralto voice. To this end, she is capable of being a whimsical and frolicsome individual whose persiflage makes it intricate to know her thought processes most of the time. However, she is more of one to tell half-truths or twist the truth rather than lie entirely lest it was in the best interest for both parties. Not only this, but despite her overall demeanor and pacifistic tribe she is still capable of terminating people if necessary. Whenever a time asking for such an action arises, Parvati’s ever beaming smiles turn into faint or cool ones along with her eyes turning blank, making her intimidating without her towering height in the equation. After all, the sharp contrast between her usual personality and this adopted one for the sake of killing was a chilling difference. Those that know of her ferocity in this “form” give her the nickname of “The Faint Smile”… which, thankfully, is not that many.
As for Parvati’s hobbies, they vary tremendously but a good deal of them do in fact correspond to her femininity. Of course, she holds a fancy for décor, cosmetics, and fashion, particularly loving all that is cute and sweet to her. Speaking of sweet, she is also rather skilled at making sweets and cooking in general, albeit preferring meats overall and handling the grill rather than the oven. While not necessarily known for being amazing with her hands, she does tailor as a hobby but cannot really do anything that extravagant – but she can at least repair clothing! Her experience with many cultures not only allows her to cook a variety of dishes, but also to know many different kinds of dances. This Party Parvati surely knows how to work her hips as well. Due to her tribe’s economy being primarily agrarian base, she also has a skill in farming and herding – translating also to a knack for animals (which is only buttressed by her personality). The kind nature within her also leads to her occasionally volunteering at places that she comes by, and tends to be rather active when it comes to the agencies that support mystic kind’s plights. Additionally, the ogre has a more masculine hobby of stone sculpting since it was a tradition back in her tribe due to the small community of Tibetan Buddhists within it (they did live in its birthplace). This also includes wrestling and other sports – particularly football and basketball where her build lets her exceed in the most. While having a keen sense when it comes to quality and art, she only sometimes dives into seas of mantras. Whenever bored, she does venture into whatever interests her and if it sticks then that becomes a hobby of hers. After all, traveling with just your father across miles of varying terrains can be quite the soporific experience, so there is a requirement of finding anything to keep yourself entertained during the adventure. That also brings to mind that the woman has some amateur skill in cartography – mainly descending from her father.
History:
Parvati's tribe inhabits the base of the Himalayan Mountains, particularly at the west of it in the Ladakh region of India in the state of Jammu and Kashmir. Its size is relatively moderate and like many ogre people, they tend to isolate themselves away from the presence of humanity lest it proves to be for their benefit. Perhaps the only humans they would bother to associate themselves with are the Ladakhi people as they share similar characteristics with them. Not only that, but those individuals are quite the anomaly for humans. While their Tibetan Buddhism does not allow such individuals to be the best of party people due to the teachings of temperance, the two tribes often engaged in trading and festivals. As such, a great deal of influence travels between the two people as there is even an exiguous community of Tibetan Buddhists in the ogre tribe. Since Parvati's tribe isolated themselves from humanity, they naturally held no exposure towards much technology. As such, their economy remains agrarian and they retain a lot of traditional or old-fashioned practices such as subsistence farming. Due to how much of a tight knit community they were, their products tended to be shared amongst everyone lest it held personal value to the owner.
As aforementioned, the tribe and the Ladakhi people share many traits due to their healthy relationship and close proximity to one another. In today’s world, many dream of a society without conflict, without needless fighting, without unnecessary hatred to one another – a society where all can coexist in harmony and partake into the events that make life worth undergoing. Several leaders of the world attempt to resolve, or at least state the desire to, what many consider to be obstacles in achieving such a world. Many would come to believe this to be a hopeless reality to achieve and thus settle it as a naïve wish settled in a corner of their heart, however, such a place comes close to existence – and it lies in both the Ladakhi people and Parvati’s tribe. Naturally having been an easy-going and mild group of ogres in comparison to the stereotypes, the introduction of the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism only made the tribe ever more amiable and harmonious. Such teachings, besides the one regarding alcohol, fit well for when drinking while overlooking grazed fields during the exiguous farming season.
As for Parvati herself, her mother perished during the birth while her father was known for frequently venturing out into the world as a merchant and so these trips only became longer after his wife’s death. Thereby, she was particularly left in the care of her archaic grandparents whom often required succor from other members of the tribe due to their withering bodies. One would think that such an abandoned child would come to hate their father, however teachings of the tribe’s peaceful, forgiving, and loving ways began very early in the stages of childhood. Not only that, but Parvati seemed to naturally be akin to such a way of living, so she merely settled on the understanding that her father had his own reasons for continuing his trips instead of taking care of her. This good faith seemed to have been answered as her father made the habit of yearly returns, taking up his short days there to build a shrine of sorts in tribute to his wife while often bringing souvenirs for decoration and burying a portion of his wealth. When approached for his reasoning about the latter, he merely stated that his wife gave him everything that he cherished and so he plans on returning all of himself to her before he joins her—with the exception of Parvati, of course. Regarding Parvati, he did not really spend much time with her, spending more in thanking and apologizing to those taking care of her. Not until she was much older would he bother doing more for her.
During her childhood, those taking care of her could describe her as a fearless and headstrong individual. Despite the virulent conditions of the land in her birthplace, the little ogre had a tendency to get too explorative and often ventured out of sight from her guardian. A directly inherited trait from her father as the elders say. This became even more problematic when other children took her example and often followed behind her as if she was the leader of a pack of cubs. However, instead of grudgingly accepting the scolding following after these antics, Parvati expeditiously started to payback to those that raised her and even more so by becoming an elder sister figure for the other children. The fact that she was unnaturally tall for a female ogre by their standards also attributed to her leadership role. Not settling with just attracting attention and affection from her tribe, she also extended her hand to the children of the Ladakhi people and personally oversaw their safety regarding the colossal difference in raw strength between ogres and humans. All in all, this led to the development of a big-hearted ogre, and with her festive and outgoing personality, the nickname of “Party Parvati” also came about. Unfortunately, she would have to leave this as an impression for her people once her father finally returned to deem her worthy of taking alongside him for journeys—praising her for having the same fiery blood for adventuring even when faced with these unforgiving lands. As much as she loved the life her tribe brought her, the desire to know more about her father and also explore the entirety of the world for what it had to offer to have ensnared her parent so. In a sense, the young ogre felt that she could do more in coming out of her comfort zone than remaining in it.
Naturally, even with her endearing personality, Parvati initially had difficulty breaking the ice between herself and her father during the beginning of their journey across the world. I mean, what kind of child wouldn’t after hardly speaking to their father during the entire span of their lives? In fact, she was not even the one who broke it. Almost as if subtly telling her his reason for continuing his journeys and leaving her back home, he consistently showed her wonders of the world and the most bizarre if not resplendent of things – going as far as to elaborate on them. What seemed to pull her in most was the extensive stories behind the littlest of things that he showed him – the history of the item itself and his personal history with it. This interest in stories led her to revel in the multifarious and idiosyncratic folk that they met of differing cultures in the lands they traveled, always taking the opportunity to hear one so proud of their heritage that they could ramble about it until the moon came out. However, there was a particular aspect of these cultures that interested in her: the women. This ranged from their social statuses to their appearances! Particularly, Parvati became infatuated with the western woman, and swiftly took a habit of dressing similarly to their most pulchritudinous models. In fact, this pick-up ignited the femininity within this previously masculine woman. Back in her homeland, masculine activities such as wrestling, hunting, and building stone sculptors were commonplace, especially since unlike human women, ogre women held the power to do labor intensive tasks alongside the men. Thereby, this young ogre’s femininity awoken and rapidly grew, engaging into the life of cosmetics, fashion, sweets, and finding her heart naturally stolen by adorable things.
The habit that her father had of making yearly returns back home still remained, and in a particular instance the two of them would get separated by an unforeseen event. While they were resting down at a puny village and selling their goods in the meantime, Parvati believed she had procured a splendid deal with another group of “merchants” that had been following behind them on the same trail during most of their journey. Perhaps it was too good of a deal. Wishing to impress her father with her skills in the trade, the young ogre’s naivety got the best of her when she foolishly allowed herself to go alone in handling the deal with the group. Having been a fearless child who ventured unforgiving lands compulsively, the immediate sense of danger of her questionable situation was absent until it was too late. Surely, the deal did not prove to be that suspicious to her given the exuberant and lax nature of the other merchants, however when she was proceeding to carry out the deal and exchange the goods, she felt a prick at her wrist. It seemed that the merchant held a needle containing a clear liquid in his sleeve and had taken the opportunity to insert it into the vein located at her wrist, injecting whatever fluid it held inside her bloodstream. Before she could even utter a word, the effects hit her. Immediate drowsiness. Blurry vision. Slurred speaking. A loss of balance. Even with the will to resist and strike back, her body fell too quickly to be of use and left her mind following it down. After this particularly experience, Parvati ensured to always wear gloves out of fear of something similar happening again. Having already collapsed and hardly conscious while getting restrained by the other individuals in the group, she could make out a disruption caused by her rampaging father as he made his way to her. Unlike her, he held far more power and had learned martial arts in order to bring it out to its fullest, but even with the relentless strength of an ogre, he could not best the amount of enemies that were swarming him with a variety of weapons. Even then, the likelihood of using her as a hostage was too high to not be certain were he to near those tying her up. However, even with the toxins they injected into him during the fighting, his adrenaline overpowered it and so the only option they held was to slay him before more problems arose and the casualties getting out of control. In a desperate attempt, her father had dislodged a massive piece of stone from a nearby dilapidated building and hurled it in her direction before drawing his last breath where the men at her moved away from by throwing their bodies to the side, leaving it to fall on the chain connecting the wrist cuffs placed on her and subtly weakening it. Still in a daze at that time, Parvati could only properly grieve over his death after waking up in her confinement.
Judging by the conditions of the place she was held in—the limited space, the aged stone walls and natural floor, the pungent smell, the lack of light, and the sounds of footsteps commencing down stairs, Parvati figured that she was being held up in a place underground. And so were several others. Similarly, they too told a story where they were traveling with another caravan whom later assaulted them either in a town or village lacking of direct authority, or during the trip over the barren desert. Surely, she had heard of underground groups that would take advantage of people and sell them or their body parts in a tenebrous market, yet never did she believe herself to ever fall into their harms. It seemed that she found herself too caught up in the pleasures and good of life to have ever thought much about its other, much uglier face. To that end, the life of her father was the price for her enlightenment. At the very least, those around her prove to have accepted their situation and made the most of it by getting to one another in the hopes of having at least the solace from friendship during whatever incorrigible road was ahead of them. Sharing their experiences, Parvati swiftly got close to them as all were quite different from one another. One had previously been involved in the military, one was studying the ecosystems and their vegetation, the other held a grandiose family waiting for them, and one was a hermit, and so on and so forth.
Obviously, they all held little use in being locked away in their underground prison, and were rounded up in their chains, blindfolded, and gagged while escorted into a vehicle. The transfer of method of transportation was frequent until their last one in which judging by the metallic sound that the chains and their boots made against the ground, was some kind of ship or something else of its magnitude. Like before, the captured were held up in a lower part of whatever place they were in, and naturally with the expanded size, there were many more individuals than the group she met previously. It was enough where their new area was cramped and damped, feeling another warm against her on both sides and the constant sound of groaning, weeping, and shuffling filling her ears. Naturally, coming to accept her circumstances, she sooner or later joined that twisted orchestra in which the leader of their captors later indulged in further by leaving their gags out after feeding them. The fact that none of them suffered any severe abuse insinuated that their health would prove useful in whatever means the captors had for them. Even with the removal of their blindfolds, the area in the ship that they were held in also held total darkness that proved little difference for their sight. At the very least, she could identify the previous individuals she was with by their voices which struggled to overpower the sea of moaning and crying. It appeared that the ex-military individual felt that this was to be one of the last times where they were going to be moved and so declared that if anyone held any shred of hope or resistance that this was their final chance to attempt something with their extensive numbers. There were perhaps not as many as he would have hoped to join into his cause, fearful that they were to become the sacrifices necessary for its success--selfishly clutching to the last thing that could be taken from them.
Parvati’s willpower also got impacted by this belief, feeling that her life may just be left in vain in the process… but the later realization of her weakness and spoiled behavior after getting cared for by so many generated guilt from possibly leaving her father’s sacrifice in a similar vain reignited the flame within her. If anything, she could at least try freeing herself from her bindings, given that she was an ogre of all things. Initially, the efforts proved futile even with her strength, silently commending the captors for their foresight in preparing adequate restraints on a mystic kind like herself. However, having faint hope that persistence would prevail since that was all she could rely on, the sensation of the strained chains could be felt by her and it then felt the increasing strength against it from her building rage and adrenaline. The obstreperous snapping of the chains was not overpowering enough for all to hear over the wailing, but it was enough for those beside her to fall silent in their coming realization of a plausible hope. On the bright side, this also meant that their captors outside of the enclosed room held no chance of hearing her freedom either. To her luck, the ex-military acquaintance of her was close enough to her to have heard a familiar sound to him, and ushered for her to free him with discretion by taking advantage of the commotion to go unheard. And she did just that thanks to her own escape being quick enough for her to retain much of her energy, capable with her innate strength to shatter the restraints on the humans around her. During the entire process, the ex-military officer took the leadership position and went around to inform others of the simple, precarious plan of merely charging straight out when the next feeding time comes or whenever the guards check on them for their sudden decrease in noise level, and running down anyone resisting their stampede. Perhaps there were more who did not heed them and instead remained chained by fear and anxiety, yet they conveniently followed it through once the opportunity arose. Even with the weapons of their captors, the stampede fueled by desperation overwhelmed its opposition despite the great casualties. Having already done much by making the escape possible, Parvati’s relentless assault of using any fallen comrade as projectiles as if she was some kind of siege weapon while maintaining a soft yet silently wrathful smile made her gain the nickname of “Parvati of the Faint Smile” by her comrades.
Alas, the desperation also led to the compulsive slaughtering of captors or the tossing of them over to the ocean, leaving the group of free men without much sense in steering the ship and their whereabouts. Speaking of the ship, it was strangely very small with much of its free space filled with the recently enslaved, making it so the security was rather thin. The only possible conclusion, proposed by the ex-military officer, was that the ship could have been one for reconnaissance purposes and may have had the advantage of being undetectable—perhaps to get around the coastal guard of wherever place they were heading to. The officer took his position of trying to steer the ship from whatever obstacles faced them and using his vague memory of his experience in traveling overseas in the past to sail to any nearby land while everyone else scavenged for supplies to answer various needs. After several hours, they eventually did indeed find a coast to sail towards. With her experience in traveling to so many different places in the world, Parvati could swiftly identify that they were nearing the port of Galveston, and thus were in the Gulf of Mexico. Naturally, when they finally managed to reach land, they were immediately investigated and apprehended by authorities until the situation was understood. After all, a random ship containing a group of malnourished individuals and dead would obviously provoke a commotion. Most did not seem to mind since they managed to get proper food and time to think for themselves, and they later all started to go on their own journeys once released. Likewise, Parvati used whatever money she could find in order to try to find herself to stay, converting the cash into United States dollars.
While her traveling did in fact grant her connections in Galveston, Texas, none of them were strong enough, in her humble opinion, to imagine that she could crash at their homes. Not only that, but since she was back in the United States and that the Rockies were just north of her, Parvati figured that this would be a chance for her to visit dear old friends again. So, during the entire investigation of the incident and undergoing recovery of the multiple gunshot wounds in her body (thankfully not hitting any vital organs), she used a nearby payphone to call her dear friend up north named Vivian to ask if she could crash over at the pub for the time being, and headed out once given the okay. At the moment, the young ogre planned on focusing on gathering a stable life together in the United States first before making a trip back home in order to visit her mother’s grave and make another beside it for her father. Like her father, she had plans on visiting those graves yearly in the future in order to start to bury her precious items. Furthermore, with the desire to strengthen herself in order to protect herself and others so she could not forcefully lose them out of her weakness once again, Parvati held plans on furthering the family martial arts teachings of her father by making use of his brother who taught it in the same area as the pub. Anything else besides that would be paved out by time and life.
STATISTICS
Mana: E (20)
Strength: E
Endurance: D
Agility: E
LOADOUT
Equipments:
Name: Wrist cuffs
Rank: E
Description: Not the cutest apparel that the ogre wears, but other than the original purpose of being used for protection, Parvati uses its metallic properties in her signature move Popping Party Parvati Pressure!. For its appearance, it is merely a pair of iron wrist cuffs.
Uniforms:
Name:
Description:
CAPABILITIES
Skills:
Name: Unarmed Melee (“Approaching Earth”)
Description: A martial art that got developed by her family as self-defense which soon took precedence in the tribe altogether. Since Parvati’s kind were peaceful yet traditional folk who lived off the land, they still needed a way to effectively defend themselves were there to be an opposition. As such, this style focuses on a variety of techniques such as holds, parrying, disarming, reversals, wrestling moves, etc. To that end, it is primarily defensive and receives its name due to the user acting like an unstoppable force that slowly approaches their opponent and crushes them with the sheer force of their power; thus it is a martial art designed for ogres. However, it has been decades since any serious physical threat approached the tribe, and so these days the martial art has turned into more of a cultural sport. This explains her love for wrestling in general. After all, Parvati was among the few ogre women who actively participated against the men.
Rank: E
Name: Martial Arts Literacy
Description: Other than witnessing her father and uncle practice along with the numerous individuals she wrestled with during her stay in her homeland, Parvati holds little experience in actually fighting other martial artists, thus making her comprehension of martial arts rather low at the moment.
Rank: E
Name: Eloquence
Description: As a skill, eloquence allows Parvati’s expertise as a merchant to have an upper hand at understanding people’s mood or intentions through their tone of voice and choice of words. This spawns from the necessary skills of haggling, bluffing, persuading, and threatening in the field of business or trading. In other words, these speech “techniques” do not affect her as much while her own are more effective on others. Additionally, this also includes the art of lying, making her able to pick out ones told by others easier and hiding her own better than the average individual. Simply put, it is somewhat of a “mastery” of words.
Rank: E
Abilities:
Name: Unyielding
Description: Parvati grew up in the virulent Himalayas where there were frigid temperatures and little opportunity to farm throughout the year. Furthermore, she ventured out in these lands to explore and satisfy her mere curiosity as a child. Although taking several gunshot wounds during her escape from her captors, she still managed to run through them unaffected by the damage.
Rank: D
Name: Ki Manipulation
Description: The ability to manipulate Ki. This is made possible through training and meditation to unlock a person's Ki Center. By doing so allows the practitioner to reach superhuman levels of fitness through the manipulation of Ki. Or even allowing a Ki Artist to infuse a weapon with Ki in order to enhance it to perform techniques.
Rank: E
Name: Environmental Awareness
Description: Similar to her unyielding ability, Parvati was raised in the Himalayas and remained dauntless in exploring it despite its harsh conditions. Expanding on this, she also traveled through many other different environments such as deserts and forests during her time with her father. Not only that, but with her immense strength as an ogre, it is not uncommon for her to dislodge pieces of the area around her to use for various means be it as weapons, projectiles, shields, diversions, etc.
Rank: E
Name: Ki Sense
Description: From being able to control the body's Ki, the user is now sensitive to Ki signatures around them. Through such sensitivity, the Artists can now sense people's presences by this and be able differentiate one signature against each person. The term "killing intent" comes from this as usually one's Ki rises with the intent to cause harm. All Artists have at least E rank at it and sometimes do not increase it as they are busy trying to perfect their fighting techniques. This is why some of them go to the I.A.C.S.B. for experience. Extremely high levels of this ability may even lead to a blind man being able to fight better than he could actually see if he had working eyes.
Rank: E
Techniques/Spells:
Name: Evolution
Incantation:
Description: A signature technique of her family’s style where it allows one to store up the damage they have taken and use it offensively—powering their strength altogether or merely performing a kind of ki burst. When used in this kind of manner, the drawback is that it makes the user slower. On the contrary, if it is used to quicken the user up, the strength of said user decreases. The quickening can be thought of either speed in general or dexterity such as reactions. Additionally, it can also boost the natural healing of an ogre’s body, but strangely enough lessens their endurance—a risky gamble if used during a fight. Thereby, this makes this technique situational. At its current stage, whatever increases gets a “+” modifier and whatever decreases gets a “-“ modifier. With its low stage, it also does not require a lot of damage to activate. This technique is supposed to reflect the diversity and adaptability of the Earth itself and the life on it—the varying ecosystems and the like. In a biological sense, this adaptation to one’s environment could be considered “evolution”. Lasts 5 posts.
Rank: E
Cost: 4 (with each conversion)
Type: Defensive/Offensive
Name: Popping Party Parvati Pressure!
Incantation:
Description: Making use of her wrist cuffs and strength, Parvati slams the two metal armaments against one another, creating a shockwave and sound wave that disorientates those in its proximity (10 ~ 15 meters for the shockwave). Naturally, she is not an exception to this, and so this technique usually follows the previous one. An example of a disorientation is either messing with one’s vision or hearing. While intended as an offensive technique, it also has applications defensively as well by fending off surrounding foes. At this low stage, the effects are not as strong and she is unable to control the direction of the shockwave, thus having it travel all around like sound regularly would. However, it can naturally be empowered through the use of ki. Disorientation lasts 5 posts.
Rank: E
Cost: 6 (if decided to be used)
Type: Offensive
Name: One with Mother Earth
Incantation:
Description: Another technique taught by her family’s style. Perhaps akin to what people believe of ogre, it is one revolving around the grand consumption of food, or basically the consumption of energy generated by Earth or life.. One can describe it similar to absorbing another’s ki, however instead of regenerating her own, Parvati’s body receives the recovery. Thus, it is actually a rather idiosyncratic form of ki circulation that does not require her own ki. Meats tend to grant her more “energy” than everything else. If performed with her evolution technique (regeneration), it can grant her the capability of entering back into a fight quickly. However, that would, naturally, entail that she would have to eat someone around her. Alas, Parvati is not the kind of person to do that out of convenience sake, so such an option would only be available to her were she to be in a desperate situation. Strangely enough, alcoholic beverage are just as effective as meat.
Meats/Alcohol: 3 ki units per each consumption (if it were twelve pieces of chicken legs, then each one would give her this--not the collective altogether)
Everything else: 1 ki unit per each consumption
Rank: E
Cost: N/A
Type: Support