Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Johanna certainly wouldn't call it a slow day, that was setting up the entire department for a crazy afternoon if they ever caught break. Not to mention it was a running joke among almost any profession not to 'jinx' themselves by saying it's slow or quiet. But.. it honestly was, and though tempted as she was to call in the towel and head home for the day she was a bit reluctant to do that as well.
Being at home was.. empty, lonely maybe. Despite the devastating loss of her fiance a little over five years ago, she hadn't really found anything to fill the void. Some suggested getting a dog or some kind of animal but even then she was reluctant, she didn't like to be at home, stagnant and Sigrun certainly was appalled at the suggestion to do something like that. But this wasn't any better, a slow glance to the side, away from the cards she held in her hand to look at the statuesque figure that only she could see.
Golden wings were tucked behind her and the mask she wore gave way to no expression, in fact Johanna couldn't remember a single time she had seen the spirits face. Whenever she thought of the spirit she thought of the stoic mask that covered it. "'Ey, 'ey! No cheating!"
Rolling her eyes back to her companion who was nice— or just bored enough, to entertain a game of cards she scoffed, dropping her hand away from her chin to shift and lean back into the chair. "Cheat? You're across dumb-ass, unless the window's gonna spout the cards you're holding."
"You never know!" Her companion joked, pulling out a couple cards to lay them on the table.
"Jo!"
Looking away from the table of cards and toward one of the other firefighters she moved to sit up, arms resting against her knees. "Over here!"
It took only a moment for the other to find her, an uncomfortable look on his face that almost spoke volumes about how reluctant he seemed over something. "What's up?" She rose a brow, setting her cards face down.
"Someone's here to see you."
"Me?" That was unusual, though she did have a plethora of friends and acquaintances very few outside the fire station ever actually sought her out and half the time it was for a drink.
"Yeah, some younger lookin' guy, bout yay high," She could almost snort at the description as her friend rose his hand up to define the height. "Black hair, with white tips." His hands gestured to bangs he didn't have framing the side of his face. "Ring any bells?"
"Not in the slightest, tap in?" She drummed her fingers against her face down cards and the serious expression immediately lifted from the firefighters face as he moved over to take her spot as she stood. The shifting of armor didn't cause Johanna to even pause, it was a familiar sound and despite the spirit not having a physical form it was almost indignant about being left behind or even walking through walls and such. Like it desired to be.. what it was again, because she wasn't human that was for sure.
So it followed her around the corner, a straight posture, stiff almost with shoulders taught. It easily was pushed to the back of her mind as she rounded the corner to the front area, catching their guest standing there. "You.. You're looking for me?" She was almost hesitant, unsure of what this stranger could possibly want, or how they even knew her. "Can I.. uh, help you?" She ventured out, stopping only a few feet away from him. Her expression was wary and obviously so, having no desire to hide it.
I'll be quite frank.. I don't particularly care to plot out stuff, I'd prefer to toss characters in a thread and wing it. However, I'm open to ideas if you have a solid pre established relationship for our characters. Feel free to PM me with ideas you may have o: otherwise if you're looking for a thread you can just bump in here and ask for one.
[break][break] Below are basically wanted ads I guess for my character? Rather than a long winded explanation of whether she'd be friends with you or not lol.
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[attr="class","sub_daisy"] LOVERS
[attr="class","daisysub_text"] the most important thing, tbh[break][break] I've come for ships and ships I must have. Johanna lost someone, her fiance to be exact, around five years ago. While the subject is still sore she's been helping herself move on. She'll be a bit reluctant for anything and maybe toss off unwanted advances but she's not opposed to another relationship. That said: I want a ship! If you have ideas pls toss them at me. [break][break]Disclaimer?: I don't plan to nor expect anyone to set aside their character as 'taken'. I prefer for them to meet and see if anything actually becomes of it rather than force a character into something that ends up being.. out of character.
RANK: ★☆☆☆☆ [break] CLASS: Vessel [break] [break] SP. SKILL: [ BIRD OF PREY ] — Valkyries, alongside known for being valiant and brave warriors as well as perceivers of death on the battlefield; are said to have an avian affinity. This aspect, in tandem with the soul that inhabits your star seed, has gifted you this special skill. From your back, you can sprout wings like that of a bird, and of course fly. The sequence of sprouting the wings is painless. Well, to you. But your clothing will say otherwise. You are also capable of launching feathers from your wings. The feathers, after being fired, can become sharp if you will them as they zip through the air. Or, they can be used as a distraction. However, they cannot be used as both in the same instance. Also, a maximum of 30 feathers can be plucked from your wings before your wings retract back into your body. A wait time (3 posts) will ensue as you sprout new feathers. Afterward, you can bring forth your wings once more. Now, for the downside. The wings are an extension of your body. If they receive pain, you feel it. So do be careful as to where you're flapping those things!
INVENTORY
— Staff touches this part too, no touchy —
WEAPONRY
NAME: Judgement[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: A golden scythe with blood-red feathers. A weapon once wielded by Sigrun herself and still knows the call of its master. Whether or not it has an actual conscious is up for debate but when Sigrun calls, it always appears. Currently, though able to summon the giant scythe, it's weight and height is crushing, leaving for awkward movements and wide swings if she's even able to lift it. For the time being, Johanna prefers not to summon in actual battle, as she realizes it's more of a hindrance than a help until she can wield it better. [break]
TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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TIRO FINALE: name your ability?[break] DESCRIPTION: describe your ability.[break]
ABILITIES
NAME: Valkyrie's Anguish[break] CLASS: D[break] DESCRIPTION: A temporary state that currently Johanna cannot willingly activate. It's induced by high feelings of rage or anguish. When activated the limits of the human body are temporarily released and Johanna's strength is increased (only to a fraction currently of what a Valkyrie may have had) as well as her endurance, but at a grave cost. The state currently only lasts for a short period of time, depending on how much Johanna has exerted herself depends on the lash back. [break][break]Lifting things heavier than the average person can lift results in sprained or even up to torn muscles, if she manages to break something incredibly durable with a punch, she can revert back with broken knuckles. The endurance aspect of the ability acts like a magical barrier to her senses, keeping things woven together until the effect wears off. Once it's worn off all the damage she'd have sustained or whatever she's done that was above human and her own capabilities sets in. Regardless of whether she managed to do something to hurt herself, or was hurt, once reverted back Johanna suffers a massive headache and nose bleed from the strain. [break]
Death, a journeys end for one religion and only the beginning in another. Yet, for as long as the idea and conception has been alive people have often wondered and feared what comes after. A blissful paradise or a never ending cycle in a merciless wheel of life. Regardless of what does there is always someone, something that exists to take them to whatever awaits them on the other side. [break][break] Whether an angel with white feathered wings of satin, a comforting hand in such an emotional time or the truth. A Valkyrie, a warrior with wings of gold knives and feathered bloodied red. Sigrun, a Valkyrie Queen and the strongest of her Valkyrie sisters has been a bridge between the living and the afterlife. Individuals chosen by her were taken to an afterlife befitting of their death regardless of their morals in life, or what they've done. A belief worth living and dying for, a death fought for. It didn't matter what atrocious deed you've done within your life so long as your death redeemed you. She'd take them to an eternal afterlife where others who'd died fighting joined, an eternal celebration for their work and will in life. [break][break] But things shifted, lives shifted and something in the world became dark— malicious. Corrupting things, whispers of dark promises that took hold of people. The lives of people changed throughout the cosmos and she could hear it echo, lives within each galaxy were no longer stagnant to her own world. Instead she could hear fighting from all wakes of it, many lives dying to whatever had rippled and changed. [break][break] But she didn't get to learn of it soon enough, until it was upon her doorstep and she was fighting something— something dark, something changed. More came and with every bloodied swing of her wings, until her gold was dyed red and for every one she slaughtered two more took its place. She was strong, she was powerful but for all her might there were too many and she made sure to die in the same way she judged others, fighting. They pierced her skin, broke through her armor and stabbed her a thousand times, until flesh was gone from bone and more of her blood splattered the ground than their own. She fell with a swing against her neck, taking her conscious in an instant and with it she was judged for her death. [break][break]A never-ending, merciless cycle of life and death.
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THE LINES HAVE BLURRED, WHO ARE WE?
❝There's a voice in my head and it isn't mine❞
They were small muffled noises at first, ones that couldn't be comprehend. Easily looked over and dismissed at the most nearby object capable of producing such low white noise. A ringing in the ear, easily rubbed away when a discomforted child brings it up to their parents, the noise drowned out by the voices of her parents. [break][break] Then there were whispers, tangible words that she could understand talking to her— calling to her. Afraid at first she'd listen to the voices at night when they were the clearest. Clutching a stuffed toy tightly to her chest with eyes screwed shut, her name repeated like a mantra begging her to look up, to (look at me) but it only further drew her away during those nights, afraid to look and see whatever ghostly visage stood tall at the edge of her bed. Whatever it was, her parents called it an imaginary friend but it called itself Sigrun. [break][break] [break] She wasn't even in double digits when the voices talked to her, a volume unaffected and unhindered by whatever was around her. A voice that never raised or yelled but was loud enough, like someone in the room was talking and addressing her. Nothing drowned it out and it was then that the ghostly visage took on a more solid form. Tall, more than six feet donned with gold and red and a mask that expressed no emotion and a voice that matched. Johanna had heard of angels before. [break][break] But this was no angel. [break][break] [break] Ten years old and she met her best friend, Garrett, when they moved to a new neighborhood. He was outgoing, friendly and everything Johanna felt she wasn't. But he listened to her when she confessed on the swingset about the voice in her head, about the not-angel that stood in her line of sight, like a statue unmoving as it stared down at her. Waiting for something. "Waiting for what?" He asked, quiet with wide eyes. [break][break] "For me." [break][break][break] He understood unlike the others, she was too old to have an imaginary friend now. She needed to stop it and soon the protests died on her lips. No matter how much she fought that it wasn't imaginary they didn't listen— didn't want to. Whispers at night between her parents and she could hear the word thrown around, imaginary, maybe sick, maybe she needed help. Johanna spoke no more of it, afraid they'd say she was sick, afraid of what sick could even mean. [break][break] She wept that night, frustrated and upset that her parents didn't understand her and refused to believe her. For the first time the statue of the not-angel, of Sigrun moved and knelt down beside her bedside. (You are not sick) and for whatever reason, she believed it. [break][break] [break] Garrett remained the only one to believe her, to understand what she was wasn't normal but that it was real to her. That whatever it was, figment of her imagination or something else it was real to Johanna and that's all that mattered to him. So he learned the name of the not-angel and would refer to it as such. Though Johanna never said anything about it, when he said Sigrun's name, there was something soft— familiar about it. A feeling that washed over her like a tidal wave, both longing and painful to feel. [break][break] They were high school sweethearts, attached at the hip and perfectly content with it. Voted most likely to get married, she had a childish and yet happy life growing up. The grueling nights spent writing, working, practicing until her fingers bled or her muscles couldn't carry her weight remained a secret. For whatever reason Sigrun was worried about something, an anxiety that ripped through Johanna and tore her in two with how strong, how emotional it felt. So when it'd asked her to work, to fight, to be stronger than she was she barely hesitated to agree. [break][break] (Protect him) [break][break] She didn't understand at the time but she listened well. Kept her grades up and attended the gym, attended core workouts, attended self-defense classes and even branched into martial arts. Whatever she needed to protect Garrett from she would, for Sigrun was worried and that spilled into her. Anxiety inducing and limb shaking with how strong it was. She didn't question, only ran further and smiled brighter when he'd smile at her.[break][break] [break] She understood later, after he'd proposed to her. After they had been an item for six years and had recently moved in with each other the past year. A long night out on a date, because "dates never get old" and he wanted to continue to woo her off her feet. Sweet as it started it ended in anguish. Whatever they were, the familiar feeling within her chest when the two people had appeared at the end of the street. [break][break] (They are not right. Protect him.) [break][break] Whatever was 'wrong' with them she'd never know. There was no fight, her foot moved and she'd been ready to fight. Ready to throw a jaw breaking fist into the closest one but they didn't give her the chance. This lifetime they didn't need to fight with fists or blades, the gunshot rang throughout the alleyway and Johanna had gone still. Frozen with wide eyes as she awaited the pain to set in, but it hadn't and instead there was a thump behind her and her heart stilled. She shouldn't have looked back, she should have known to keep going. To pummel their bodies into the ground with the growing anguish she already had. Knowing what had happened, she should have moved forward. But she'd looked back and her world had shattered and the scream that ripped through her throat was both hers and the spirit's that resided inside her. Ear shattering as the windows in the apartments above shuddered and shattered. [break][break] His bloody hand on her cheek as he apologized to her with his last breath, despite everything she couldn't keep the blood from flowing out. He died apologizing to her when she should have apologized to him. She wailed until her throat was raw, until it bled and the copper was on her tongue, until she couldn't fathom the pain that spread in her chest. Not just her own but the spirits too, until the world went dark and she couldn't bare to be awake any longer. [break][break] [break] She'd been different after that, Sigrun was louder and more demanding. (Be better) If there was thought for a break the overpowering will would suggest otherwise. She ground her knuckles into the gym equipment until they bled, until the familiar dulled sensation of callouses covered the bottoms of her feet. The visage of Sigrun moved, like a predator pacing around prey as it circled her. Demanding her to move faster, to ignore the pain and to (be better). [break][break] Though they wallowed in despair the spirit was not one to let it stop her, they had a job to do. Whatever it was that was different, whatever it was that had killed her lover and had ended Sigrun's life was similar to what was in those people. Whatever it was, whatever it took they would be ready and she would die a Valkyrie's death. [break][break] She'd die fighting.
NOTES
[/span] Johanna stands at 5'6" with a slender yet fit frame. [break][break] ► Sigrun has more influence over Johanna then she'd like to admit. Able to control what she feels by asserting her own will and emotion over Johanna's. She can go from panicking to completely stoic if Sigrun wills it. [break][break] ► Though Johanna has been aware of Sigrun since she was a preteen they don't have a profound or deep connection. [break][break] ► In life Sigrun was the strongest Valkyrie, the combination of all skills from her sisters. Thus, along with her profound fighting prowess she also had control over frost and fire. Though currently Johanna only has gained a part of Sigrun's strength, making her slightly stronger than the average person. [break][break] ► Volunteer firefighting only became a secondary 'career' because Sigrun could not stand a job that was stagnant or didn't put their capabilities to use.[break][break] ► Though Sigrun has not spoken much of it, there has been a lover of hers reincarnated with every cycle. Myths of it have spanned years and though it's written from humans, Helgakviða Hundingsbana I and Helgakviða Hundingsbana II are not entirely inaccurate, according to her.[break][break] ► The death of her fiancé has devastated both Johanna and her spirit companion. Though she's refused to admit it, Johanna believes that their fiancé had been her reincarnated lover. [/ul]
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Johanna certainly wouldn't call it a slow day, that was setting up the entire department for a crazy afternoon if they ever caught break. Not to mention it was a running joke among almost any profession not to 'jinx' themselves by saying it's slow or quiet. But.. it honestly was, and though tempted as she was to call in the towel and head home for the day she was a bit reluctant to do that as well. 
