- 98 HP
MAX 134 HP
- 86 EN
MAX 136 EN
- 19 STK
Dissonance
Location: Zone G
Moving from B to G
-10 EN from Regular Attack
-10 HP from second Tentacle Burst | -15 HP from Acid Sea Damage | -2 HP from Acid Rain
+45 HP thanks to @Bradwynne's healing.
At some point in the months she had spent inside Terrasphere, she had stopped wondering why all the heartfelt and light moments eventually turned to some darker shade in the spectrum, entirely consumed by the negativity they brought with themselves.
The remnants of her will faded into nothing as well as the smile she had gifted to the new player. The tentacles around her arms welcoming the new apparitions that spawned around her body as they rejoiced at their master's presence, more than happy to harm their vessel in so doing.
''Stop it!'' The mind of Portia seemed to draw itself in as Titanius toyed with it as it pleased, bringing forth every situation both in-game and in real life that ever brought her pain. Instead of the occasional locks of silver clouding her vision, she saw gold strands of hair as she was yet again surrounded by the very same group who had commanded her every movement since she was born. How to dress, how to act, how to talk, how to smile... None of what she'd ever been in her entire life had been truly hers. She was nothing. She was no one, she was just a puppet, robbed of her will.
''Get out... Get out of my head!!'' No sooner had she finished shouting at no one in particular, the girl shut her eyes and with a deft movement of her hands, the claws from her gauntlets appeared. She hit both sides of her head multiple times before digging the metallic end of her fingers into her flesh, dragging them down in hopes of drawing blood and get whatever creature was inside her mind out.
''I DON'T WANT THIS!'' Portia's words came out louder than intended, and her throat felt unbearably parched afterward, just as if she had spent a century shouting without even realizing it. All around her, the iridescent light of her magic started to burn bright, flying towards an unknown objective before colliding either against the floor or the creature itself. She shouted a second time, but as the tears began falling down her bloodied cheeks, Ivan's words pulled her back to reality, as did the man who stood tall beside her, waiting for her to join him and run as a new environmental atrocity had caught up to their location.
She wiped numb fingers over her eyes and turned to @Raid. ''Yes... Let's.''
Careful Attack on the Gaze
8 + 15 (Weapon) + 15 (Arcanamancy) = 38
Tracker /
Roll
Target: 3,729 / 16666 HP
Last edited: Apr 14, 2018