Senshi: Sailor Armers, Angelus/Grigori Senshi of Nullification.

Name: Eraen Lovejoy.

Meaning: ‘Eraen’ is a name I made up off the top of my head while doodling randomly one day. It could mean 'ugly, dead pig’ or something, although I could care less because it’s pretty. ^^; ‘Lovejoy’, hugely contrary to her personality, means ‘a happy person’. It is utterly, totally irrelevant.

Age: 15.

Birthdate: September 7.

Astrological Sign: Virgo. "Has a conscientious, practical nature, a drive towards thoroughness and detail in service, and a conscious aim involved with establishing just principles or order. Exacting, picky and critical, but to help others. Also, are neat and clean, practical, reliable and useful to have around. They do, however, enjoy material possessions and are picky about what they bring into their lives. Some might go as far as saying that they are self-centred, but this is usually more of a desire to surround themselves with what is right – at least, for them. They are very health conscious, and many choose a health or medical career."

Blood Type: A-. "People with A type blood have a deep-rooted strength that helps them stay calm in a crisis when everyone else is panicking. However, they tend to avoid confrontation, and feel very uncomfortable around people. A types are shy and sometimes withdrawn. They seek harmony and are very polite, but all the same feel that they never really fit in with others. A types are very responsible. If there is a job to be done, they prefer to take care of it themselves. These people crave success and are perfectionists. They are also very creative, and the most artistic of all the blood types, most likely because of their sensitivity."

 

• Mother – Benita Lovejoy, aged 53 years, 5’7" tall. Joyful and extroverted, it’s a surprise that anyone raised by this bubbly and downright sunny woman could become a strange young woman like Eraen. She works as a gardener-horticulturist, who both enjoys the living, breathing, agricultural aspect of the garden and the architectural, structured planning of horticulture. She is very paranoid about her daughter’s health; it is from her that Eraen inherited her paranoia and phobia of germs, dirt, et cetera. With her daughter’s style of hair, which has the same permanent wave but is the colour of wet ashes and possessing her own blazing green eyes, she is a slightly round woman whose age is apparent in the wrinkles in her skin and the lightening of her already ash-gray hair. Unlike her husband, she has no visible grasp of the French language, though she can understand snatches of it.

   

   

• Father – Maurice Lovejoy, aged 49 years (YES! He's younger than his wife :P), 5’10" tall. More of a recluse than his charismatic wife but still as kind and sweet, he prefers to keep to himself. Introverted and soft-spoken, most of his traits have been passed on to Eraen than her mother’s. He is a French teacher at North Cross, though not many bother to remember his name after graduating his class once and for all (he’s too quiet to be memorable, you could say). However, despite his reluctance to socialize, he’s a very intelligent man, with solid grasps of the French language, the sciences, and geography. However, his history is absolutely terrible unless it has to do with France, and even then, he’s not French. He’s American, through and through, but speaks with an excellent French accent. He has bright yellow (as in, pure yellow), with streaks of both black and gray (natural, of course! This is the Sailor Moon world! ^_~), and his eyes are a light maple brown.

   

   

• Sister – Kilierra Lovejoy, aged 10 years, 4’8" tall. She, unlike her sister, has inherited her mother’s personality, and is a generally sweet, sunny person. She’s not saccharine-sweet, however, and understands that cuteness can get on peoples’ nerves; therefore, she’s trying hard to tone down her bubbly personality by getting into artsy activities like painting and dancing. She’s an all-around good person, and recently has been becoming quieter, much to her sister’s pleasure. She has gray hair streaked with yellow and black, her parents’ hair colours, but for some reason has brilliant violet eyes. Her parents assume she inherited it from some great-aunt or third cousin; still, they didn’t bother to find out that none of their relatives actually have violet eyes. She’s a freak of nature, you might say. ^^;

   

School: Eraen is in tenth grade and attends North Cross (even though she’s not religious... ::sigh:: Parental influence).

 

• naps in the afternoon: Because of her delicate physique, Eraen is easily tired, and therefore enjoys taking naps after school to replenish her energy. If she doesn’t, she’ll be bitter and grumpy for the rest of the evening (that is, moreso than usual...). These naps often can be described using the following keywords: two hours long, warm blankets, large comfy bed, silent, door closed, no kitties.

   

   

• art museums: Quiet, airy spaces suit her; thus, art museums seem to soothe her and relax her. She enjoys contemplating the deep and powerful meaning of abstract art, and, in her own words, "It’s just not the same, to stare into the pages of a book. It is flat and lifeless. Paintings, in the museum, seem to breathe new meaning into the world." Whatever the case, she likes ‘em, and that’s all there is to it.

   

   

• libraries: Like the art museums, libraries are quiet and provide a peaceful sanctuary for Eraen. Libraries are sacred to her as a church might be to a highly religious person, and she visits the local one on a regular basis, more for the comfortable atmosphere than for the reading.

   

   

• quiet: Highly disturbed and easily bothered by loud noises and people, Eraen enjoys the peace and tranquility of quiet. She holds quietness as close to her heart as she does the libraries she frequents, and will often ask people to lower their voices if they are speaking too loudly for her tastes.

   

   

• biology: Simply put, the study of life fascinates her. She enjoys observing plants and animals alike, both in the field and beneath the microscope. She also harbours a small and secret passion for genetics, though the fact that their daughter is interested in the field of science that includes the modification and mutation of DNA might horrify her parents to some degree-or-other.

   

   

• the French language: Being that her father speaks it fluently and well, it’s only natural that she should speak it as well, and enjoy it. She can read and write French excellently, and speaks with a pretty good (though still audibly American) accent.

   

   

• thinking deep thoughts: Oh yes. Eraen enjoys, on a regular basis, the contemplation of life and other strange, mysterious themes. Is it possible to have a universe made of anti-matter? Does [Deity] exist? What sort of accent does a white Jamaican have?

   

   

• wide-brimmed hats: Being that she dislikes sunlight, it’s imperative that she have some sort of protection on those ultra-sunny summer days besides lotion; sunhats are the one and only answer. She actually has good taste in hats, and wears them with scarves and veils and so on.

   

   

• long clothing: The same reason as above – sunny days = bad = protect thineself with long sleeves and pants. She doesn’t dress in a totally Gothic way ([Deity] only knows, black would only absorb the light and make things warmer!), but she definitely prefers length in her wardrobe.

   

   

• cleanness: Ah, yes; the most wonderful part of any misophobic's life, cleanliness. In Eraen’s case, ‘cleanness’ is more like ‘absence’. Absence of what, you ask? Everything. Dirt, dust, particles, molecules... her room looks like it’s been vacuum-sealed and delivered straight to one’s house, ready to serve, just add water. She changes the sheets on her bed very often and is secretly very paranoid of everything. ^^;

   

 

• people who ask stupid/too many questions or state the obvious: Reasons for this should be pretty obvious – no one likes someone who says ‘We’re in a tight spot’ when the building around them is burning to the ground. In the same area, not many like those who asks ‘Why?’ constantly or keep on questioning their judgement. Neither does Eraen. ^^;

   

   

• those who do not take life/dirt seriously enough: Those who think life is merely lived to be fun and not meaningful annoy Eraen, as well as those who refuse to see that the messes they leave could cause the obliteration of the human race one day.

   

   

• physical overexertion: With her delicate physique and natural weakness against quite a lot, Eraen doesn’t like having to overwork her body. She dislikes having to exercise extensively or even breaking into a sweat. Just the thought of herself or others working out in a gym makes her shiver.

   

   

• hot/sunny days: One – they make her sweat. Sweat is unsanitary (she doesn’t give a DARN about femininity, this is hygiene), sweat is smelly, sweat is bad for one. Two – they have potential to cause tans and damage her skin, which is delicate and pale enough. As I’ve mentioned, she doesn’t care about femininity. It’s about hygiene.

   

   

• psychiatrists/psychoanalysts: She's had to visit them a couple of times in her life, courtesy of her parents, and from what she's seen they're terrible people. She detests them in every way, believing them to be curious brown-nosers who don't know what they're getting into when they try and extract knowledge from her. She can't abide by people who try to discover her entire personality simply by delving into her mind.

   

   

• loudness: She dislikes noise in any way, shape or form, and avoids crowds, social centres and loud people in general. She believes in the protective sanctuary of the library or an art museum, as was mentioned in ‘Likes’, because it feels clean and safe from the loudness and pain of the outside world.

   

   

• fighting: Fighting causes people to get hurt, and Eraen will go so far as to run away from a fight if it means avoiding getting hurt. O.o This explains her huge reluctance to use her powers in battle, despite their potential.

   

   

• insects: She just finds them disgusting, like many young ladies. ^^; Also, some leave slimy residues or reside in large piles of refuse, and just the word ‘dung/guano’ is enough to make her want to spray everything in disinfectant and run away. ^^;

   

   

• those who are biased/opinionated: While she doesn’t mind opinions of others, those who fight for their opinions, whether good are bad, bother her. This is simply because she wishes for a peaceful world void of cause for fighting, and those who are biased and unwilling to listen to beliefs of others get on her nerves.

   

   

• nosy people: People sticking their faces in her private life. People who are too curious for their or her own good. People who rummage in her stuff. These people, and people in the same area, annoy her to the point of no return. She often finds the need to break out her mother’s gardening tools and run others through.

   

Fav. Food: Avocado. You know, those black, blasted-looking things you find at the store (actually, the ugly black ones are better than the nice green ones! Get that!)! Mmm...

Hated Food: Tacos. They’re messy and get all over you, no matter what you do, and Eraen dislikes that immensely.

Fav. Subject: Biology – like I said in ‘Likes’, she’s fascinated with life.

Hated Subject: Physical Education – just the thought of physical exertion makes her sick. She is also a BAD, BAD GIRL and doesn't like Debate. ;______; ::pinches Eraen for being such a bad girl and NOT LIKING DEBATE!::

Color: Steel gray (slightly blue in tint and over 50% black – hexadecimal code #708090), bright yellow.

Hobbies: Listening to quiet Celtic music, contemplating things, avoiding people, being quiet, sleeping, being peaceful, doing her best to better her French accent.

Aspirations: To learn French; to promote peace and absence of bias everywhere; to, one day, become a biologist (preferably in a field that doesn’t involve getting messy...).

Gemstone: Star sapphire. This stone is considered by some religions to be an adept channeler of energies/power. Not to mention, it’s got that lovely deep blue hue. ^^

Eraen has a rather uneventful history, as far as senshi histories go – no deaths in the family, she has both parents, she’s not an only child, and she’s happy. Well, if you can call her 'happy'. Anyway, the following facts aren’t in any truly good order. ^^;

Eraen was born in Roanoke, though at the time her parents were living together in Salem; she was born out of wedlock, though the wedding was only two months away. As a premature child (and by two months--!), it’s only natural that she would grow up more delicate and susceptible to sickness than other children her age, and she did. Her mother, paranoid for her daughter’s health, looked after her daughter so closely that Eraen eventually picked this up. Through the rest of her life, she was constantly afraid of germs, disgusted by any form of dirt, and absolutely revolted by the sun (though, this was of her own decision to avoid the outdoors – her mother enjoys the sun, one of the reasons she’s a gardener), and still is.

Going back to her childhood! Eraen soon found that her age of schooling was near; her parents decided to send her to a nice school, though they knew that, regardless of the type of school, their daughter would be poked at, prodded, and generally made fun of for her paranoid ways and reluctance to go outside. Before sending her off to school, they made sure to reassure her that no matter what happened between her and other students, that she should remember not to take anything they said seriously. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t – actually, she showed very little emotion at all, whether good or bad. She did end up being poked at and prodded, but she used what’s called ‘passive resistance’ and maintained a completely neutral attitude towards just about everything. Some said she could be another Gandhi – however, this was proven otherwise by her refusal to be exposed to bright light, go outside, or interact with people who were too ‘stupid’ for her liking. Overall, she grew up as a closet brat, meaning she didn’t show that she was a snooty little weirdo unless she felt the need to.

When she was five years old, her sister Kilierra was born, and eventually the weight of the attention Eraen got shifted to her new sibling. Glad to have the pressure of her worried parents off her back and the power to do what she want, she... well, really didn’t change. She just got worse. Instead of being reluctant to, she refused to go outside unless it was absolutely necessary; even when she did, she hid herself beneath long clothing and hats. Instead of fearing germs, she took action against them, rubbing everything in sight with disinfectant, cleaning with antibacterial soaps, taking showers twice the length of the average one, and putting plastic covers on a great amount of the furniture in the house. While her parents found this bout of obsession odd, they dismissed it, knowing that sooner or later it would pass; however, it didn’t. She’s still like this, and will probably be forever. ^^;

First things first: if Eraen weren’t misophobic, she’d have as much personality as a brick. A dead brick (which, as we all know, is an inanimate object, and therefore cannot 1) be dead or 2) have personality to begin with). The fact that she fears dirt and germs is the basis of her personality; if she didn’t, there would be a great big void labeled ‘Eraen’ floating where she would normally be.

Now then. Eraen is totally and utterly paranoid about anything getting dirty. She is obsessive about keeping things clean, and stresses that everything be thoroughly cleaned, before her, before she uses it, eats it, et cetera. She thinks that people are incompetent when it comes to cleanliness; if everything were only kept more clean, the world would be a better place. There would be less disease, less disagreement over disease, less conflict, less fighting, less war, less death, et cetera. She holds cleanliness sacred, even higher than most people hold their deities. She believes in plastic coverings, antibacterial soaps, disinfectants, and other bacteria-destructive forces.

As for her ways with people, she has none – at least, not very good ones. She doesn’t really like having to regard people, and ignores them for the most part, including her family. She is constantly trapped within a bubble of self, doing everything she can to protect herself and nothing to help the outside world except nit-pick about dirt and germs. She views the world very passively, if not coldly, and detests fighting in every form. If she were more active-aggressive, she would make a great activist for some sort of peace-promoting faction, though because of her cool and passive-defensive attitude, she’d probably fail miserably if she tried. Going back to people - to put her regard of people very bluntly, she just doesn't care. She doesn't give a damn about them because they don't give a damn about her, and that's fine for her. She bears a very neutral attitude to them, but detests people that don't take life seriously and waste their lives doing stupid things. She hates curious people because they're always meddling and nosing around in her affairs. They remind her too much of psychoanalysts.

She enjoys peace, though a clearer description would probably be ‘neutrality’ – she doesn’t like taking sides; she doesn’t prefer order over chaos; she doesn’t like having to distinguish between good and evil; she doesn’t like working in a group for fear of disagreements becoming problems. She does whatever she can to avoid a fight, including run away – she will not attack unless attacked first, which is a disadvantage in battle because her powers are pretty useful when used correctly, and even when she does attack she doesn’t see any need to overexert herself. As a consequence, she puts very little energy into her powers, and focuses instead on ending the fight for herself without hurting or getting hurt. Causing more friction between the two quarreling sides is far from her goal, although she will not hesitate to defend her opinions if confronted. She will do so in a verbal way, though this is not always good; most of what she says can end up being very poisonous, though it can be expected that she will start running away as soon as it has been voiced. ^^;

She has a really, really strange sense of humor, though this could be attributed to her strange mentality. She enjoys speaking to her 'victims' (I.e., dirt when it's about to be cleaned away) and, contrary to her peace-striving ways, can often be violent in her disposing of such victims. She will quote from movies (her favorite is that 'Do you feel lucky?' quote), books, famous generals, or make oddly senshi-like speeches to them, baring her teeth and holding them at spear-point. She really, really doesn't like dirt. ^^; Don't worry about her adopting a violent attitude towards people, though - she automatically reverts to peaceful Eraen right after.

The side of her that strives for friendship and love was pushed into a corner a long time ago. That doesn’t mean it’s gone. Deep, deep inside, past that cold exterior, past the next cold exterior, and past the next three or four, there is a tiny, tiny piece of Eraen that just wants a little love. Still, unlike many senshi with this problem, it never shows, and by no means would she suddenly shift from Cold Introvert to Warm Lover without reason. If you offer her your friendship – or love, which will probably never happen, with luck – she’ll accept it, though she probably won’t open up any more. She’ll remain her closed self, though she will listen to you and do what she can to remain your friend.

Overall, she’s 1) not much of a people person; 2) deathly afraid of coming in contact with dirt or bacteria or germs or anything else in that category; 3) does anything possible to avoid conflict and will evade any sort of conflict if she can; and 4) she is often passed off by others as a brat because of her self-centered ways. In total, she’s not all that fun a person, and not exactly someone you’d want to make friends with. Still, because she’s so adamant about defending her opinions, her loyalty to what she believes in is transferred to friends. Though she won’t jump in front of an attack to save you in a fight, she won’t break up a friendship with you without extremely good reason. If you can manage to squeeze a smile out of Eraen, expect a lasting friendship – she doesn’t smile often.

 

• Hair Eraen’s hair is the colour of lemons – bright yellow, streaked here and there with gray. It’s not too thick and not too thin, reaches to the middle of her back and is slightly wavy at the ends. She wears it in a French knot most of the time, though on special occasions she will put it in a bun. Also, she is never without her favorite pair of silver barrettes, which keep stray locks of her hair back.

   

   

• Eyes Eraen has bright yellow eyes, the colour of her hair – CMYK yellow, to be precise, or pure yellow. Like her sister’s bright violet eyes, no one is really sure where she got them – no one in her family has eyes matching hers. Perhaps they’re the mark of a senshi? -.- With silvery, thin, long lashes framing them and thick black eyebrows, they are almost always sleepy-looking and half-closed. She looks perpetually ready to fall asleep.

   

   

• Face Eraen’s features are delicate and would be characterized as ‘pretty’, were she not so thin and cold-looking. She has a nose that is neither too big nor too small, high cheekbones, heart-shaped lips and a heart shape to her face (mainly because of her pointy chin).

   

   

• Build, Height, Weight Unlike many otaku-senshi characters, who only appear to be delicate but are really super-strong, Eraen looks and is delicate, almost painfully so. She is emaciated – thin and twiggy, with little in the way of a chest, her thinness is far from the attractive slenderness of a supermodel. A good word for her appearance is ‘anorexic’, though she is not. Her shoulders are square and well-pronounced, and she might have a leader-ish appearance, were she not so small. She is 5 feet, 2 inches tall and weighs 90 pounds – with genetics, an all-too-careful diet and a fast metabolism contributing to her thinness, it’s not that much of a wonder that she’s so small.

   

   

• Skin Because she stays inside so much, she has pale, pale skin. Nearly white, it is definitely in need of a tan - one could swear that she's been living under a rock all her life.

   

   

• Distinguishing Features Well. Just by looking at her, you know who she is. She’s not that difficult to recognize. Still, as a warrior and senshi, she does have scars from her past life that are a result of many a fight. If one ever saw her unclothed (which is RARE, believe me O.O), they would see a complicated, spider-weblike network of lacerations and scars on her back, shoulders and neck. They are another reason she wears long clothing all the time – if she wasn’t wearing a turtleneck all the time, the edges of the thin, white scars would be exposed, spidering along and spiraling around her neck. Those barrettes she wears may not be marks, but she’s never without them, so they’re special. ^.^;

   

   

• Carriage Eraen holds herself neutrally – she is neither better, nor worse than the general public. She walks with a lot of poise, but doesn’t look very self-assured. You’ll never see her with her hands in her pockets, though, or slouched over – she has very good posture, though she doesn’t look any more confident.

   

 

• Bodysuit Armers’ bodysuit is a steel gray, two-piece swimsuit deal. The swimsuit’s top is long, in that it has a high neckline – still, it doesn’t cover much. It’s sleeveless, with the edges going from the sides of her bust to meet with the collar, in a diagonal line. The bottom is your basic swimsuit bottom. Both are spangled with spidery patterns of bright yellow glitter.

   

   

• Top Armers’ top is a long, vest-like article of clothing, sleeveless and ending at her shoulders in a point. It forms its own epaulets by extending over her shoulders. It is made of a thin, gauzy, steel gray material, and ends just above her ankles. The trailing part is split into two separate sections, both of which are very full. Each is, therefore, held back by an intricately carved silver clasp, matching the bracers that are on her arms and the guards on her legs. The vest is decorated with the same spidery, yellow patterns that decorate her bodysuit.

   

   

• Choker Around her neck, Armers wears a delicate and simple silver chain. It does not clasp (it’s just... there), and is not decorated in any way. (In Super form it could gain a golden star or something, but for now, it’s just going to remain a simple chain.)

   

   

• Gloves Not gloves in the traditional sense, Armers wears a metal bracer around each forearm. The metal is a relative of silver, but is much stronger, though unidentifiable. They are intricately carved with delicate and complicated patterns, and match both the guards on her legs and the clasps on her long jacket-like piece. The patterns, carved deep, are filled with some sort of yellow metal or enamel, matching her hair.

   

   

• Skirt The steel-gray skirt is long and brushes her ankles; connected to the bottom of her bodysuit’s bottom (that sounds REALLY confusing O.o;), it is of the same gauze her top is made of, and you can easily see her legs through it. Along the top and bottom hems are delicate, spidery patterns in yellow, matching the ones on her bodysuit and top.

   

   

• Shoes and leg decorations Um... yeah. ^^; She has both shoes and leg ‘decorations’. For shoes, she wears simple, steel gray sandals. The ‘decorations’ are leg guards that are basically carbon copies of her ‘gloves’, but made for legs – made of a metal related to silver, they’re decorated with delicate and beautiful patterns filled with yellow, and match the tiny clasps around the sections of her top.

   

   

• Tiara Matching her choker, her tiara is a simple silver chain that goes around her head, beneath her hair, and has no clasp. Like I said, it’s just... there. ^^;

   

   

• Hair Her hair gets changed and shifted, and instead of a simple French knot some of it is restricted into a small bun at the top of the back of her head (yes, complicated-sounding again...). Its base is surrounded by a silver-and-yellow clasp that matches her bracers and leg guards. The hair that is remaining (for I did say it was a small bun) is tied into a braid, which is tied with the same sort of clasp that restricts her bun. Note: Her barrettes disappear when she transforms. Chances are they warp and wrap around her bun and braid. ^^; Actually, I have no clue. -.-

   

Her transformation item(s), if you didn’t read ‘Appearance’ thoroughly enough to guess, is the pair of silver barrettes she wears constantly. She makes sure to have them on her person at all times, but they’re usually in her hair.

Armers Grigori Power, Make Up. This is her transformation phrase. She whispers this, closes her eyes, and the barrettes glow with a steel gray light. Spinning around once so that her entire body is visible, shards of gray-and-yellow light envelop her torso, creating her bodysuit. Steel-gray and yellow feathers collect at her forearms and legs and burst apart in a flash of white light, creating her bracers, sandals and leg-guards. Two sheets of gray light, spangled with yellow, gather on her body – one at her arms and shoulders, one at her waist – and burst in a flash of white light, creating her skirt and top. Two thin ribbons of silvery light wrap 1) around her head under her hair, and 2) around her neck, creating her headband and choker. With a final twirl, in which a wind gathers her hair into its bun and braid and the clasps gathered about them materialize, she poses, one hand over her heart, the other pointing at the ground, on tiptoe, one foot beside her knee. @.@;;

Cancellation Shroud!

Saying this, she extends her hands, balled into fists, at chest level. A gray-and-yellow light surrounds them, and she creates a circle with her fists by curving them upward and back down again (does that make sense? No? O.o;;). She pulls her fists back. What is left is a yellow-and-gray circle of light, suspended in midair. It sits there for a moment, as if thinking about what to do, but positions itself and floats above Armers’ head like a halo before dissipating into thin air. What is left is the Cancellation Shroud, a magical barrier that enforces peace.

An invisible barrier that extends for a ten-foot radius surrounds Armers and moves with her. The space within the Shroud is impervious to most magical effects, like senshi powers, monster powers, power powers, spell-like abilities, and supernatural abilities. Likewise, it prevents the functioning of any magic items or spells within it.

A Cancellation Shroud suppresses any spell or magical effect used within, brought into, or cast into the air, but does not dispel/end it. For example, a character that had a speed spell cast on them before entering the Shroud does not have their speed increased while inside the Shroud, but the spell remains functioning once it leaves the Shroud. Time spent within it counts against the spell’s duration.

Summoned or conjured creatures of any kind wink out if they enter the Shroud. They reappear in the same spot once the Shroud goes away. Time spent ‘winked out’ counts against the duration of the conjuration that’s maintaining the creature.

However, normal creatures and objects can enter the Shroud. While a magic sword does not function magically while in the area, it’s still a sword, and a pretty good one at that. The Shroud lasts for ten minutes, in which only normal combat can take place – no ‘magic cheating’, as some would say, may take place within this area.

As the spell goes on, it drains a substantial amount of energy from Armers, and she becomes steadily weaker as the minutes pass. She can end it at any time, though ten minutes is the standard – if she has to, she will extend it to fifteen minutes, though this often causes her to become very sick afterward. She cannot extend it past fifteen minutes at any given time, for if she did it would cause her to be killed. If she leaves the shroud up for ten minutes, she will have a headache and will need to be taken home afterwards. Fifteen is enough to make her lose consciousness, and she will need at least twenty-four hours of sleep before she will be strong enough to walk again.

[Deity], I hope this isn’t illegal. ^^; I figured, since she only has one power, and a defensive one, at that, I should give her something to balance it out. Also, in case she herself is caught in an anti-magic field and can’t cast. ^^;; Actually, now that I think about it, a lariat isn’t all that spiffy, but now I think back to Wonder Woman and grin. ^^;

Anyway. She’s got a lariat (or lasso, whichever name you prefer ^.^). A big glowing one. It’s called Oblivion, and it’s used to subdue things. It’s about a million zillion times more effective than a normal rope lariat/lasso, though, for the simple reasons that 1) it’s GLOWY, and glowy stuff is cool; and 2) it’s imbued with a permanent Dispel spell (one of her later abilities), so that it not only subdues opponents, but renders them unable to do anything. For the duration that they are stuck within her glowy lariat, they’re a vegetable – can’t think straight, can’t struggle, can’t cast, et cetera.

The one problem with this is that her accuracy is absolutely terrible. She probably couldn’t get a nonmoving tree trunk with it if she tried. She solves this problem by walking up behind people and wrapping them up in Oblivion. People usually hear her though (unless there’s a great amount of Stuff going on), and notice her before she can ensnare them.

She doesn’t have one ;_;

My angel is Armers. I picked Armers for the reason that I like the idea of someone with powers of Negation, and wanted to expand on the idea in her personality as well by having someone who just... really, didn’t care. I’m not sure if I emphasized this aspect of her personality enough, though. ::sigh:: I’ve never really worked with a character who’s reasonably weak, before, so I thought it might be sort of neat to, instead of having an all-powerful character, have a character whose weaknesses were her most emphasized aspect. ^^; I’m not sure if I did that enough, either, but geez... x_X

Sure! :D Just because I’m in a nice mood, I’ll explain the relevance. The Cancellation Shroud both emphasizes Eraen’s need for peace by suppressing troublemaking magics in the best way possible: with her in the middle. ^^;; Actually, she would prefer if it were a stationary Shroud – she knows that if she did, though, people would find out and move out of it, no problem. ^^; Anyway, I thought it worked pretty well with the Negation aspect of the angel Armers’ powers (but if I did the wrong type of negation, BOY, am I in trouble! X_X).

(I was hoping I could get away without having to do this, but I was looking at the reviews page and saw that a lot of people got rejected for not having one! So, being the person I am, I’ll do it. ^_^)

Eraen stared at it intently, huge yellow eyes fixed deliberately on it. She couldn’t bear the sight of it – if she were the type of person to scream at the slightest surprise, she would have screamed. She did not, however; she simply stared at it as if there were nothing else in the world. If she had fangs and it were large enough, she would have jumped on it and sunk her canines into it, bloodthirsty and hungry for the flesh of her victim.

The scene in the bedroom around her didn’t matter; the fact that the window was open, pale gray curtains blowing in the cool afternoon breeze, didn’t bother her. The room itself seemed pristine, almost devoid of mess, save for one or two objects that dared defy Eraen’s laws of cleanliness. For example, the solid gray comforters, which had been spread ever so carefully only five minutes earlier, were now fraught with wrinkles, remains of her rolling over the bed in an attempt to reach the offender. The plastic cover that had once been set neatly beside her bed had been thrown aside by slipping, bare feet; now, it sat two feet away, looking somewhat forlorn as a result of being forgotten.

Eraen, herself, bright yellow hair tugging itself from the barrettes and the hairtie at the nape of her neck haphazardly, was leaned against her immaculately clean desk and gazed now at the terrible, terrible, terrible thing, screaming at herself mentally. How could she possibly have allowed something so vile, so incredibly displeasing to invade her personal space? It was almost unbearable. She felt like she should break out the molotov cocktails and begin bombing the violator, but she reminded herself that bombs and violence weren’t the solution to her problems.

Indeed, they weren’t. In a huff, Eraen scrambled to her feet, put the plastic floor mat back in its place and rushed across the gray carpet into the hallway. Directly across from her bedroom door was a small closet; she pounced upon its handle, wrenched the door open, and stared at the contents of the cupboard, bound and determined to find what she was looking for. She scanned the shelves, and saw what she needed not far above her head. She grabbed it, checking that it was full – it was (she refilled it every morning, from a great big container in the basement). She looked at the inside of the door; on a hook hung the other object that she deemed necessary to complete her task.

She grabbed it, slammed the door, and ran back into her bedroom, careful not to wrinkle the comforters any more than she already had. She pushed aside the desk chair, previously in her way, and glared once more at the offender.

"Uh-uh," she whispered, narrowing her eyes at it. "I know what you’re thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five?" She cocked the object she had grabbed from the closet shelf and moistened her lips with her tongue. "Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kind of lost track myself." She stared from the object in her hands to the damned interruption. "But being this is a bottle of Terra-X, the most powerful disinfectant in the world, and I would blow your sorry hide clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question," She hissed, and leaned close, too close for comfort yet not close enough to make herself sick. "’Do I feel lucky?’" She moved away, and positioned her weapon so that it pointed again at the violator. "Well? Do ya, punk?" Without waiting for an answer, she squeezed the trigger, and fired. Once. Twice. Three times.

The green-tinted liquid hit the tiny spot of dirt, effectively drowning it. With the cloth she had taken off the hook in the closet, she wiped it away, smiling self-importantly. "I guess you weren’t that lucky this time, you sorry piece of dung," she muttered, holding the cloth at arm’s length. "Geez, I don’t know how people can live with things like you mucking up the planet! I certainly can’t," she said, and grimaced as she brought the thing downstairs and tossed it into the laundry.

Your Name: Dani

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Are you in any other rpgs? Not at present. I’ve been in others, but they’ve died and since they’ve been wiped from the internet; I’ve applied for a couple of new ones, but haven’t received any reply. Reason for this is that I’ve only recently ‘returned’ to the internet. ^^;

Will you allow your senshi to be killed? If not, why? Of course. ^^; While I’d be very disappointed to see her go, I know that she’s not all-powerful. I love her, but I know that she can be killed. ;____; ::huggles her::