Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 6:04:36 GMT
Played By: Da Kittinator
Faceclaim: Tokyo Ghoul:re - Akira Mado
☆ MAGNHILD WIDOGAST ☆![]()
Pronunciation ▪ Mag-en-hill-d Wid-doh-ghast
Age ▪ Twenty-Four
Gender ▪ Female
Height ▪ Five-Foot Six-Inches
Weight ▪ One-Hundred Thirty-Seven Pounds
Occupation ▪ Cadet
APPEARANCE
Fair complexion combined with blonde hair that is kept short and often tied back with some sort of braid serve to wash her features out save for her eyes. An intense blue-green makes her gaze quite piercing, cold even. Figure lacking in assets, her small chest and slight curves are often covered up in business-like attire, her wardrobe consisting of black, white, and grey clothing. Beneath her attire, the blonde sports faded burn scars on her upper back, these damages to her skin being the main reason she covers her body so thoroughly, showing only her knees and below from time to time.
PERSONALITY
• Resentful - Abandonment caused her view to become jaded in regards to those with happy normal families.
• Observant - Picked up on how to read body language and situations through the years as a means of self-preservation via career.
• Prideful - Feels the need to do everything on her own, to make her family name known thanks to the shortcomings of her family, and her lack of special talent or book smarts.
• Blunt - No need to sugar coat words or their point and meaning get lost.
• Distant - Fears losing those she cares for just as she lost her family.
BACKGROUND
Fractured glass is quite beautiful in its attempt to remain knit together, revealing new views of the same scene. Proof that something can be both weak yet strong. Apply enough pressure in the right spot, though, and the glass will become nothing but a mess of scattered shards, no longer useful, no longer a sight to see.
That is her world, her life, yet those breaks began to form long ago.
The middle child of three, the five-member family lived in England despite their strong Scandanavian roots; while her father was a workaholic and a dreamer, her mother was the traditional strict housewife. They were a very average family, living a very average life and striving for a better future. While the boys lacked an attachment to their father, the blonde adored the engineer, always sitting by the door to the basement that served as his workshop, waiting for those familiar footfalls upon wood creaky steps. Tired blue eyes framed by shadows would crinkle in a smile and light up a bit as they fell upon her form, and all would become happy and perfect in the world for the two of them - a temporary bliss brought on by a bond between father and child. This ritual of sorts continued on for years until his untimely passing, an event that created the first fracture in her heart.
With the absence of a male parental figure, a head of the house, their mother had to find work and their eldest brother took up the role that needed filling. Alric doted on the two, made them meals, helped them with their studies, threw himself into his own schooling - how he didn't collapse from exhaustion was a miracle. While the loss hit her hard, the typical routine they had of school, meals, homework, chores, it helped keep her grounded, helped her push on. But she lacked the brains of her brothers, particularly her eldest. He was being compared to her father by everyone, even their mother, the best compliment one could receive by far! Part of Magnhild was jealous, yet mostly she felt pride and awe towards him, and would fight with kids at school if they badmouthed him out of jealousy or because of how protective he was over his siblings. "He acts like a lover more than a brother" was a common insult to which she would often reply that he would make a better lover than the one who made such a jab at her family. Physical contact would ensue, yet she held her own, claiming ofyen she tripped and fell, gaining a split lip or magnificent shiner. Over time the injuries became less, the girl finding the punches stopped hurting and that if she followed the bully's movements, she could easily predict how he would attack and she could avoid the hits altogether. It only lasted a few years, the bullying, but something had awoken within her during that time unbeknownst to her.
Yes, all was still wonderful and normal...she thought.
Alric left without warning one day, and it nearly broke her. That perfect treasured family she once had was disappearing. Everyone she thought the world of, everyone she relied on, they abandoned her. E-mails and phone calls went unanswered, the girl continuing to update him on life as usual regardless of the silence received. It was lonely, but she learned to keep smiling, even if it never reached her eyes. Those around her seemed to be happier when she smiled and pretended to be okay.
As soon as she finished school, the now teen female applied to the academy to become a member of the police force. With no special skills, no genius mind, her intention was to work hard, make connections, and track her brother down. Her family would be reunited even if it killed her; their little brother was at a high-end boarding school on scholarship as he studied to become a doctor of some sort, her mother worked a dead beat job, they barely could afford the small run-down apartment they now lived in, and the women were constantly fighting over what a terrible life they lived. It had all fallen apart with his absence. Without Alric, they lost the thing that connected them, the happy moments during meals where they talked about their day and the typical dreary weather. Losing their father had fractured their livlihood, but losing Alric broke them (their mother only claimed he was a good-for-nothing, though the blonde knew the woman didn't mean it from her heart...she was just stressed and exhausted).
One particular morning, the rookie cop found herself pursuing an armed man that had a warrent for his arrest. While her partner called for backup, she ran after the punk against orders, the two disappearing into an old run down building. Neither knew there were detonation charges set to go off within minutes, the building being demolished due to its unsound structure. Gunfire was heard before the controlled explosions began, the woman reacting on impulse. At first she planned to drag the assailant out, but when he tripped and the walls and ceiling began to come down, her mind went blank, body reacting of its own accord. Arms thrust out, a thin current of energy spreading over the two like a dome. Her nose began to bleed as cement and pieces of pipe and glass made contact with the barrier, heat from a nearby charge passing through to lick and bite at her exposed skin. Screaming from both effort and pain, the energy solidified and rushed outward, clearing the debris from the two, the effect of it causing a crater-like indent to be created in the wreckage. While the man was arrested, the revelation of her having a Gift shook her to her core - she was the average one of the family, yet now she was a freak and would be more of an outcast.
One look at her when she got home, and her mother poured them each a glass of cheap brandy. It was hard to formulate the words to explain all that happened, much of the actual use of her power being a blurr at best. Yet the blonde managed to spit out as much as she could after a few glasses of liquor warmed her body. Her mother, for once, patiently listened, sighing after all had been said. There was a distant and bitter look in the elder woman's gaze, her words coming as a complete shock and turning the younger female's view of her life til now on its head.
"So you finally discovered it for yourself. Oh yes, we knew since you were about four. You had a fever and I was boiling water to make you some porridge. I stepped away for a moment to call your father up from that damned basement so he could fetch medicine from the pharmacy. You had wandered into the kitchen without my noticing and just as your father came upstairs did we see you stumble. Your hand hit the pot and it began to fall- the burn you have is from the water. You sent the pot flying, along with a chair and your little brother's toy that you tripped over. While we agreed to say nothing of it, to treat you as a normal child, your father became inspired by your...display. It was all I could do to convince him to not experiment on you, to not test your abilities, so he practically lived in that hell hole beneathe our house, trying to replicate and manipulate your power. One could say you indirectly killed that fool, that even I indirectly caused his death. I mean, if I hadn't protected you, he wouldn't have delved into experimenting with such dangerous materials. So, Magnhild, what will you do now? Others may call you a Gifted being, but we both know you're nothing more than a monster."
With her Captain forcing her to go on leave a few days to settle down, likely to turn herself in to the facility for her kind, the woman had chosen to visit her old home. It had been torn down, the lot vacant except for rubble. The cellar doors were intact, giving access to what remained of their basement - if she could find any papers, any traces of the research her father did, then she would know if her mother was telling the truth, if she was the reason their family was ruined. While pulling one of the heavy rusted metal doors open, wincing as it creaked in protest, a former neighbor wandered over and began to speak while smiling sadly at the young woman.
"You know, another came here a few days ago too. He used to live here, your brother I assume? You kids still look the same. Your mother well?"
"What-Mister Stevens, right? Two houses down? My brother couldn't have been here. He's at school."
"Oh? But he sure looked like young Al, just with longer hair and filled out, had a darker expression than when your pops was alive. I sure hope it wasn't him though...They took a body out of here just yesterday."
"Wh-Al was here-what?! Who! Who took him? Where is my brother?!"
After such news, renewed with determination, Magnhild began retracing her brother's steps after no bodies at the nearby morgues matched his description. Hospitals had too many patients with the same features, none going by the name Al or Alric, none with the surname Widogast. A body couldn't disappear, so that gave hope he was still alive, and thus she needed to seek out places he had been, people he mingled with. Using the wall of their livingroom as a detective board, pinning photos and notes, creating a rough timeline based on her findings over months of searching, their mother laughed at her daughter's useless endeavor, but didn't object to it. She questioned why waste time on finding Alric, though the answer evaded the blonde. Why was she so desperate to find him now, after all she knew of herself, of her father? Was it to seek comfort? Maybe to apologise for being the reason they lost a parent. Or maybe as a way to repent for driving the man further into his work.
Eventually the report of her existence was reviewed by those at the Institute, and seeing as she hadn't come to them of her own accord, they sent a team to retrieve her.
SKILLS : STRENGTHS
+ Agile • Above average speed and movement.
+ Observant • Heightened senses.
+ Determination • Will push through pain and struggle to utilise gift.
+ Fearless • Won't flee in the face of dangerous opponents.
+ Weaponry • Can use knives and pistols, trained to maim or kill.
SKILLS : WEAKNESSES
- Loyalty • Has no emotional connection to team, making abandonment easy.
- Obedience • Will fulfill duty at any cost.
- Instinctual • Has no proper training, goes by what is seen and felt.
- Endurance • Only able to hold a barrier for limited time; the larger the shield, the less it lasts.
- Tactics • Never grasped an understanding for tactics, needs plans dumbed down.
PRIMARY GIFT : ENERGY PROJECTION
Born with the ability to condense and manipulate energy around herself and those within her line of sight, Magnhild uses her gift primarily on instinct; under extreme emotional distress, or upon imminent danger, her subconscious reaction is to draw said energy from her own being and project it outward while condensing it - this process gives what should be an invisible air-like thing a solid-like state.
The strength of these temporary barriers are strictly based on her will, meaning should she lose the desire to fight, they will diminish. If knocked unconscious, they will immediately disappear versus gradually dissipating if, for example, her sight were taken from her. Having such a direct connection to her state of mind serves as a double-edged sword. Anger and determination will allow the barrier to strengthen in durability as well as how many individual shields can be created. Of course having more than one barrier active takes her full concentration, severely limiting her mobility and focus on her surroundings. Sadness and becoming devoid of feelings causes the barrier to be brittle at best, and limits her capability of shielding to a single target.
In its current form, weak energy-based attacks are absorbed into the barrier, fuelling it. Physical solid matter is completely repelled, though withstanding impacts can wear her down. As the barriers don't fully enclose a being, but rather take the shape of a dome cover, disturbance of the ground she stands upon leaves her susceptible to attacks. Elemental attacks, though the condensed energy lessens their strength, can pass through, doing low to medium damage upon shielded targets.
While this skill is mostly used in a defensive manner, it can be used offensively; able to increase or decrease the area covered, Magnhild can push opponents away, even smash them into solid surfaces like walls with this near-invisible shove.
SECONDARY GIFT : PHASING
A dormant ability enhanced and activated by the residual energy and radiation from when her brother merged with the mote their father created, Magnhild is unaware of this gift (it has yet to manifest itself). The energy fused with the molecules of her body, allowing for their makeup to change, to separate and rejoin together on the other side of an obstacle. The process is so instantaneous that she appears to pass through objects. Serving as another means of self preservation, it will only react and appear if her life is threatened.
She will be unable to phase others with her, though in theory with a lot of focus and training it could be possible in the future. The current limit is phasing two times.
STATISTICS
• Strength : C - 2 Points
• Agility : B - 3 Points
• Endurance : B - 3 Points
• Perception : A - 4 Points
Faceclaim: Tokyo Ghoul:re - Akira Mado
☆ MAGNHILD WIDOGAST ☆
Pronunciation ▪ Mag-en-hill-d Wid-doh-ghast
Nickname ▪ Mag | Mags | Maggie
Age ▪ Twenty-Four
Gender ▪ Female
Height ▪ Five-Foot Six-Inches
Weight ▪ One-Hundred Thirty-Seven Pounds
Occupation ▪ Cadet
APPEARANCE
Fair complexion combined with blonde hair that is kept short and often tied back with some sort of braid serve to wash her features out save for her eyes. An intense blue-green makes her gaze quite piercing, cold even. Figure lacking in assets, her small chest and slight curves are often covered up in business-like attire, her wardrobe consisting of black, white, and grey clothing. Beneath her attire, the blonde sports faded burn scars on her upper back, these damages to her skin being the main reason she covers her body so thoroughly, showing only her knees and below from time to time.
PERSONALITY
• Resentful - Abandonment caused her view to become jaded in regards to those with happy normal families.
• Observant - Picked up on how to read body language and situations through the years as a means of self-preservation via career.
• Prideful - Feels the need to do everything on her own, to make her family name known thanks to the shortcomings of her family, and her lack of special talent or book smarts.
• Blunt - No need to sugar coat words or their point and meaning get lost.
• Distant - Fears losing those she cares for just as she lost her family.
BACKGROUND
Fractured glass is quite beautiful in its attempt to remain knit together, revealing new views of the same scene. Proof that something can be both weak yet strong. Apply enough pressure in the right spot, though, and the glass will become nothing but a mess of scattered shards, no longer useful, no longer a sight to see.
That is her world, her life, yet those breaks began to form long ago.
The middle child of three, the five-member family lived in England despite their strong Scandanavian roots; while her father was a workaholic and a dreamer, her mother was the traditional strict housewife. They were a very average family, living a very average life and striving for a better future. While the boys lacked an attachment to their father, the blonde adored the engineer, always sitting by the door to the basement that served as his workshop, waiting for those familiar footfalls upon wood creaky steps. Tired blue eyes framed by shadows would crinkle in a smile and light up a bit as they fell upon her form, and all would become happy and perfect in the world for the two of them - a temporary bliss brought on by a bond between father and child. This ritual of sorts continued on for years until his untimely passing, an event that created the first fracture in her heart.
With the absence of a male parental figure, a head of the house, their mother had to find work and their eldest brother took up the role that needed filling. Alric doted on the two, made them meals, helped them with their studies, threw himself into his own schooling - how he didn't collapse from exhaustion was a miracle. While the loss hit her hard, the typical routine they had of school, meals, homework, chores, it helped keep her grounded, helped her push on. But she lacked the brains of her brothers, particularly her eldest. He was being compared to her father by everyone, even their mother, the best compliment one could receive by far! Part of Magnhild was jealous, yet mostly she felt pride and awe towards him, and would fight with kids at school if they badmouthed him out of jealousy or because of how protective he was over his siblings. "He acts like a lover more than a brother" was a common insult to which she would often reply that he would make a better lover than the one who made such a jab at her family. Physical contact would ensue, yet she held her own, claiming ofyen she tripped and fell, gaining a split lip or magnificent shiner. Over time the injuries became less, the girl finding the punches stopped hurting and that if she followed the bully's movements, she could easily predict how he would attack and she could avoid the hits altogether. It only lasted a few years, the bullying, but something had awoken within her during that time unbeknownst to her.
Yes, all was still wonderful and normal...she thought.
Alric left without warning one day, and it nearly broke her. That perfect treasured family she once had was disappearing. Everyone she thought the world of, everyone she relied on, they abandoned her. E-mails and phone calls went unanswered, the girl continuing to update him on life as usual regardless of the silence received. It was lonely, but she learned to keep smiling, even if it never reached her eyes. Those around her seemed to be happier when she smiled and pretended to be okay.
As soon as she finished school, the now teen female applied to the academy to become a member of the police force. With no special skills, no genius mind, her intention was to work hard, make connections, and track her brother down. Her family would be reunited even if it killed her; their little brother was at a high-end boarding school on scholarship as he studied to become a doctor of some sort, her mother worked a dead beat job, they barely could afford the small run-down apartment they now lived in, and the women were constantly fighting over what a terrible life they lived. It had all fallen apart with his absence. Without Alric, they lost the thing that connected them, the happy moments during meals where they talked about their day and the typical dreary weather. Losing their father had fractured their livlihood, but losing Alric broke them (their mother only claimed he was a good-for-nothing, though the blonde knew the woman didn't mean it from her heart...she was just stressed and exhausted).
One particular morning, the rookie cop found herself pursuing an armed man that had a warrent for his arrest. While her partner called for backup, she ran after the punk against orders, the two disappearing into an old run down building. Neither knew there were detonation charges set to go off within minutes, the building being demolished due to its unsound structure. Gunfire was heard before the controlled explosions began, the woman reacting on impulse. At first she planned to drag the assailant out, but when he tripped and the walls and ceiling began to come down, her mind went blank, body reacting of its own accord. Arms thrust out, a thin current of energy spreading over the two like a dome. Her nose began to bleed as cement and pieces of pipe and glass made contact with the barrier, heat from a nearby charge passing through to lick and bite at her exposed skin. Screaming from both effort and pain, the energy solidified and rushed outward, clearing the debris from the two, the effect of it causing a crater-like indent to be created in the wreckage. While the man was arrested, the revelation of her having a Gift shook her to her core - she was the average one of the family, yet now she was a freak and would be more of an outcast.
One look at her when she got home, and her mother poured them each a glass of cheap brandy. It was hard to formulate the words to explain all that happened, much of the actual use of her power being a blurr at best. Yet the blonde managed to spit out as much as she could after a few glasses of liquor warmed her body. Her mother, for once, patiently listened, sighing after all had been said. There was a distant and bitter look in the elder woman's gaze, her words coming as a complete shock and turning the younger female's view of her life til now on its head.
"So you finally discovered it for yourself. Oh yes, we knew since you were about four. You had a fever and I was boiling water to make you some porridge. I stepped away for a moment to call your father up from that damned basement so he could fetch medicine from the pharmacy. You had wandered into the kitchen without my noticing and just as your father came upstairs did we see you stumble. Your hand hit the pot and it began to fall- the burn you have is from the water. You sent the pot flying, along with a chair and your little brother's toy that you tripped over. While we agreed to say nothing of it, to treat you as a normal child, your father became inspired by your...display. It was all I could do to convince him to not experiment on you, to not test your abilities, so he practically lived in that hell hole beneathe our house, trying to replicate and manipulate your power. One could say you indirectly killed that fool, that even I indirectly caused his death. I mean, if I hadn't protected you, he wouldn't have delved into experimenting with such dangerous materials. So, Magnhild, what will you do now? Others may call you a Gifted being, but we both know you're nothing more than a monster."
With her Captain forcing her to go on leave a few days to settle down, likely to turn herself in to the facility for her kind, the woman had chosen to visit her old home. It had been torn down, the lot vacant except for rubble. The cellar doors were intact, giving access to what remained of their basement - if she could find any papers, any traces of the research her father did, then she would know if her mother was telling the truth, if she was the reason their family was ruined. While pulling one of the heavy rusted metal doors open, wincing as it creaked in protest, a former neighbor wandered over and began to speak while smiling sadly at the young woman.
"You know, another came here a few days ago too. He used to live here, your brother I assume? You kids still look the same. Your mother well?"
"What-Mister Stevens, right? Two houses down? My brother couldn't have been here. He's at school."
"Oh? But he sure looked like young Al, just with longer hair and filled out, had a darker expression than when your pops was alive. I sure hope it wasn't him though...They took a body out of here just yesterday."
"Wh-Al was here-what?! Who! Who took him? Where is my brother?!"
After such news, renewed with determination, Magnhild began retracing her brother's steps after no bodies at the nearby morgues matched his description. Hospitals had too many patients with the same features, none going by the name Al or Alric, none with the surname Widogast. A body couldn't disappear, so that gave hope he was still alive, and thus she needed to seek out places he had been, people he mingled with. Using the wall of their livingroom as a detective board, pinning photos and notes, creating a rough timeline based on her findings over months of searching, their mother laughed at her daughter's useless endeavor, but didn't object to it. She questioned why waste time on finding Alric, though the answer evaded the blonde. Why was she so desperate to find him now, after all she knew of herself, of her father? Was it to seek comfort? Maybe to apologise for being the reason they lost a parent. Or maybe as a way to repent for driving the man further into his work.
Eventually the report of her existence was reviewed by those at the Institute, and seeing as she hadn't come to them of her own accord, they sent a team to retrieve her.
SKILLS : STRENGTHS
+ Agile • Above average speed and movement.
+ Observant • Heightened senses.
+ Determination • Will push through pain and struggle to utilise gift.
+ Fearless • Won't flee in the face of dangerous opponents.
+ Weaponry • Can use knives and pistols, trained to maim or kill.
SKILLS : WEAKNESSES
- Loyalty • Has no emotional connection to team, making abandonment easy.
- Obedience • Will fulfill duty at any cost.
- Instinctual • Has no proper training, goes by what is seen and felt.
- Endurance • Only able to hold a barrier for limited time; the larger the shield, the less it lasts.
- Tactics • Never grasped an understanding for tactics, needs plans dumbed down.
PRIMARY GIFT : ENERGY PROJECTION
Born with the ability to condense and manipulate energy around herself and those within her line of sight, Magnhild uses her gift primarily on instinct; under extreme emotional distress, or upon imminent danger, her subconscious reaction is to draw said energy from her own being and project it outward while condensing it - this process gives what should be an invisible air-like thing a solid-like state.
The strength of these temporary barriers are strictly based on her will, meaning should she lose the desire to fight, they will diminish. If knocked unconscious, they will immediately disappear versus gradually dissipating if, for example, her sight were taken from her. Having such a direct connection to her state of mind serves as a double-edged sword. Anger and determination will allow the barrier to strengthen in durability as well as how many individual shields can be created. Of course having more than one barrier active takes her full concentration, severely limiting her mobility and focus on her surroundings. Sadness and becoming devoid of feelings causes the barrier to be brittle at best, and limits her capability of shielding to a single target.
In its current form, weak energy-based attacks are absorbed into the barrier, fuelling it. Physical solid matter is completely repelled, though withstanding impacts can wear her down. As the barriers don't fully enclose a being, but rather take the shape of a dome cover, disturbance of the ground she stands upon leaves her susceptible to attacks. Elemental attacks, though the condensed energy lessens their strength, can pass through, doing low to medium damage upon shielded targets.
While this skill is mostly used in a defensive manner, it can be used offensively; able to increase or decrease the area covered, Magnhild can push opponents away, even smash them into solid surfaces like walls with this near-invisible shove.
SECONDARY GIFT : PHASING
A dormant ability enhanced and activated by the residual energy and radiation from when her brother merged with the mote their father created, Magnhild is unaware of this gift (it has yet to manifest itself). The energy fused with the molecules of her body, allowing for their makeup to change, to separate and rejoin together on the other side of an obstacle. The process is so instantaneous that she appears to pass through objects. Serving as another means of self preservation, it will only react and appear if her life is threatened.
She will be unable to phase others with her, though in theory with a lot of focus and training it could be possible in the future. The current limit is phasing two times.
STATISTICS
• Strength : C - 2 Points
• Agility : B - 3 Points
• Endurance : B - 3 Points
• Perception : A - 4 Points
