Maria Barbeaux

Displaced

• "Why cry when you can cackle?"

  "Hammers drum and fires burn, floors a'thunder, blazing sun! Nail and bolt and screw and metal, long works down the will of Nettle! Metal mountain, hiss of steam, we like ants and he the dream, clashing teeth and dripping flame! Feet that crack and split terrain! Mountains meet and mountains fight, death by hundreds, death by light! Run must she, before the light, before walls fall and light does BURN! Can flat-faced one explain Nettle's flight?"

  Nettle-Scratch Eccentric Extraplanar Displacer Beast

• Click & jingle, ringling hiss!

  The Looks "My name? Why, Nettle-scratch am I! And Tweak and Twitch, and Tickles and Click! So droll is a name, why should it not be a verb? Put energy to your title, embrace whom you are!" Look closely upon the Cat! Eight feet stood she, tall upon toe and lengthy of body. Neck stretched high, body arched long, proportion was off for this extraplanar outlander! Neck like the smooth arch of a forearm to wrist, tiny under-bite to her skull with jutting, masculine chin. Fang poked free from domed face, her visage that of an oriental short-haired cat! Those ears, however, traveled not only the length of her neck: but, beyond! Passing the point of her shoulders, feline in nature, long like a rabbit's. Four arms sprouted from a long chest, mobile and lean, short-fingered paws quite dextrous and nimble. Hooked claws did show, retracting when able, paw-pads black and calloused. Abdomen long, led to springy ferine legs, heel in the air with only toes to the ground! Thin tail curled behind, writhing, prehensile. Twin tendrils sprouted from her back, rope-like and agile and tipped like flat tongues, a muscle to flex and to bend and to bite. Two rows of fangs lined both of these, inside and out: the tentacles of a displacer beast, her secret of teleportation! Fur was always brightly dyed in two or three colors. At present: Bright orange with geometric black, abstract full-body tattoo. The Blink "With a snap of my vines, fangs do bite through space, to rip open and pull me to locations anew. Come with, if you wish, explore the planes with me, else disappear from here and reappear over there! A teleporter, am I, a visitor of lands far and near, but be warned: I cannot go everywhere!" The Cat's Blink Her tentacles are tipped with arcane teeth. With them, she can snap open portals to different locations. The easiest of which are nearby locales, which count as 'blinking,' disappearing from one spot to suddenly appear in another, in a local area. In combat, this is primarily used to confuse an enemy. Elsewise, it is done for fun, or for moving at high speeds to reach areas quicker. A spell 'ritual' (Channeling) must be done to empower a stronger teleport. The farther away, the more time must be spent, the more 'eyes' (Bioluminescent circles across the back of the tentacles) open, represented by incremental post prep number, done only if other players request it. Planar jumping requires the highest number of eyes (7) and this focus can be broken. If a tentacle is cut away or severed, it regrows over the course of several days depending on the damage done.

  The Garb "Be thoughtful of attire. Be creative, be spry! Like a second home: It is yourself, an outer display of what is inside! Your likes, your thoughts, your style, your life, wear it all with pride!" The Cat's Attire Double-layered surcoat, thicker above than below, black within and bronzed-brown outside. Upper half shines like metal, lower half matte as cloth. Ribbon and buckles flare open at the seams, and flare out in ribbons behind, rather than just a simple hole to allow for her tendrils to appear, vaguely like a lionfish. Only two sleeves of the coat allow arms to poke through. Military vest beneath has four, and four small breasts can be barely noticed amid the plethora of hanging cloth wrinkles. Each wrist enclosed in a silver-studded bracer, each paw was fitted with finger-less gloves. Long-brimmed cavalier hat, extending in the back, drapes over her neck, buckled at the dome and plumed with sandy yellow flowers. Legs wrapped tight in long trousers, belted for size adjustment, hanging cords for application of tools. Draped cloth emerges from beneath, protecting the foot. Very little body shown, as though afraid of the light. The Works "Of metal and steam, and hammer and bolt, dabble do I into the arcane and the ley, the incorporeal and ethereal! Artificer be my name, but alchemist as well, and reagents do I turn into things that do not exist! But tarry not, good fellow, it is not your soul I take, only the ego left upon your form: already discarded, for me to use! Share then, will you, be it powerful or not? I can use all, for the strongest things I have found is the mind, my friend!" The Cat's Craft An artificer, she creates objects of a steampunk nature, powered by steam and arcane energy. Most of these are trinkets, little eccentric things with no clear purpose. Her weapons are strange: spears of arcane, that ghost into a form, sliding a charge within her target accompanied by a charge of alchemist's fire or frost, or poison or paralytic. But the weapons are her least favored of things to create! She prefers things that click and chirp, and honk and sing, skitter like life and perform menial tasks. Her second craft is alchemy, potionmaking purely with 'mood', 'ego' and the very personalities of others. She harvests little scraps, little copies of those moods and mixes them into strange and unusual potions, liquid arcanic spellcraft that can affect all three mind, body, and inanimates. She revels in the strange, despises in the craft of war, and her trinkets reflect her nature: friendly, for the most part, and energetic.

• Character Sheet

  Strength		Fortitude		Constitution
  Agility		Balance		Speed
  Intelligence		Wisdom		Will

• Playstyles Chart

  Always	Sometimes	Maybe (PM Me)	Never
  Always Plot Comedy Group RP Private RP Adventure Prep-Less Spellcraft (Balanced)	Sometimes Shenanigans / Tomfoolery Injuries Intimacy Whispered RP Planeshifting (Not time travel!) Game-Mastering	Maybe (PM Me) ERP Death Kidnapping Antagonist Gore Very Strong Spells	Never Yiff OOC Drama OOC Relations Sexual Assault (FTB) Godmoding Metagaming OOC sexual approaches