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endejester

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PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:57 pm


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Sailor Vulpeculae – Senshi of Restoration


*putting this here so I can use it to brain storm - bear with me!*

res⋅to⋅ra⋅tion  [res-tuh-rey-shuhn]
–noun
1. the act of restoring; renewal, revival, or reestablishment.
2. the state or fact of being restored.
3. a return of something to a former, original, normal, or unimpaired condition.
4. restitution of something taken away or lost.
5. something that is restored, as by renovating.
6. a reconstruction or reproduction of an ancient building, extinct animal, or the like, showing it in its original state.
7. a putting back into a former position, dignity, etc.



************************************************** The Student *************




Name: Thomas Valiar Hunt
Nickname: Tom

Age: 20 ish - time passes too fast, Tom has aged up to 24 while I wasn't playing watching.
Gender: M
Height: 6’2
Birthday: October 9th
Sign – Libra
Gem: Opal

Blood Type AB negative

Favorite Food – Chocolate, especially mint chocolate. And most spicy foods.
Hated food – Cherry’s and Bananas – ugh..

Family – Well to do, Tom is sort of a ‘spoiled rich kid’, parents almost never home, buying things to show they loved him. While not jet setters they were almost always away on business. It gave him lots of time to get into trouble, and more to learn how to cover it up. It’s not that he doesn't want to do them proud to be sure, he just wants ‘to live’ - his Father wants him to become a doctor, his mother wants him to be a lawyer. Of the two Tom would have to admit that neither truly appeals, theirs just too much responsibility.
Oddly though its given him some sense of being responsible, he can cook, clean, and change the oil on your car. But for all that they have yet to impress upon him a sense of –personal- responsibility when it comes to ‘fun and pleasure’
He has one little sister by the name of Savannah, she attends crystal academy.
a perhaps vain attempt to undo years of 'bad influence' from her brother. She is almost certainly the reason he hasn't succeeded in killing himself yet. Weather its her dragging him home, or just the fact he knows she'd be upset over it.
((Unless he's just been looming over a potential love interest of hers))
It's the time without parents that has also created the strong bond with his sister, he feels at times more like a parent than a brother despite the few years between them. At times he envies her 'normality.
An accident in their youth while his back was turned, has also crated a need not to fail her again. A broken arm for her, and a lifetime of guilt for him. He'll deny it, and say its simply for his enjoyment but while she is at once his 'safety buffer' not to go to far, it may be that his 'failing' her in the past contributes to his need to be in the 'danger zone'.






*********************************** A little more information about him *********







School - Sovereign Heights

Hobbies – Sex drugs and Rock and roll – almost literally, if he can try it he almost defiantly will at least once. Parties, Drinking, girls (and boys). He knows that someday it will catch up with him, but he’s willing to ‘take that risk’ even while being more than a little hypocritical about people he cares about doing the same. However, he feels like he's not living unless he's 'sampling life' even its 'grungy' bits.

Hopeless flirt – it doesn’t matter what your gender is, if he finds you attractive he’ll hit on you. It’s like breathing for him. He finds it relaxing, and harmless. Being flirted with can be an ego boost for the flirt-e, and if he 'gets' somewhere with it, even if its just a dance its a bonus.

Cooking – just a fringe hobby, if theirs a birthday or a bake sale, he’ll try his hand at brownies or a slow cooker of ‘family recipe’ meatballs (that never quite turn out the same 2xs in a row) Its more than a little amazing to mix together the odd ingredients and have them turn into something edible by normal civilized people. And as a plus he can skip the take out once in a while. He may not be the frugal gourmet. But he knows how not to burn the mac and cheese.





***************************** Virtues and Flaws *********************





Virtues –
easy going. ---- You’d be hard pressed to get a rise from him with personal attacks of any kind, spit in his face, punch him... Yank his earrings. He’ll more likely ask –why- if he’s not just grinning and laughing at his own ‘dirty secret’. ((see flaws))
That said – be aware that When it comes to others though your more likely to see him act.

Parental – while he’ll agree he’s a hypocrite. He sees himself as a sort of twisted roll model on what ‘not to do’ - Don’t stay up all night, do study, don’t get that pierced just to piss off your parents. Remember that hangovers happen. Personal stories of ‘I probably shouldn’t have done that’ are his way of warning people away, or in more honesty, making sure they remember the downsides first and foremost. His little sister probably gets the 'brunt' of this, while he'll teach her all the new 'moves' from the club, and relates stories he refuses to take her -with- him and thinks that crystal is good for her. For others he’ll more than likely simply try and shock or horrify them with what latest trouble he’s gotten into and more importantly, the ‘aftershocks’

Selfless – Need a dollar for the soda machine cause you just can’t stay awake? He’ll give it, he can drink water, it’ll help him with the hangover anyhow. Need that book up there? Here you go, its not a conscious act, it’s more an impulsive act. Its normally not till after he’s given away his last dollar, or over balanced into the next book case that he pauses to regret anything. But he can’t be bothered to stop and consider if he –should- be taking care of himself first most days.


Part time Defender - While he can be a bit of a bully in that - If you ask for it with persistent unwarranted aggressive or hostile behavior towards those whom he considers friends, he'll be more than happy to fulfill your expectations of a reaction, and shove you into your own locker." But if you act against his friends he will intervene. A quiet anger though, stillness that some find more unsettling than rage.
He does not see himself as a champion for others, just 'someone there at the right time' - he considers any favorable acts he chances to perform to be a 'balance' in his life to his less 'refined' and more 'selfish' activities such as clubbing and generally indulging in his own pleasure.
Tom's quiet range is often expressed by a decrease in the pitch of his voice, growing more quiet the more angry he becomes till he may no longer be speaking to you. Small gestures like popping his knuckles or rolling his neck and shoulders, possibly even a light repetitive finger tapping are also heralds . When combined with the increasing quiet in his pitch, it's very likely he will start a fight out of anger rather than amusement.

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Flaws – Masochistic. - Tom enjoys pain, while he’d never admit it, he likes it that sometimes his ‘unflappable’ act gets him into a fight. It’s not to say he won’t defend himself, or that he doesn't recognize it as pain. He just derives more than a little pleasure out of it. His dream date, will someday have to understand that, preferably enjoy it too...but he’s not holding his breath just yet. He considers it his dirty secret, and if you ask, he just says he’s a ‘thrill seeker’ covering his actual enjoyment of the pain with his quest for new ‘thrills’.

Personally Irresponsible – He’s climbed the climbing wall without a rope, tied skate boards behind cars, broken into his own house, been drunk, woke up with coyote ugly, and broken most of his bones at least –once- and he’s not even out of high school. And most of that’s true, some is just rumor, he’ll concede its probably NOT that many broken bones. He has earrings, tongue ring, lip ring and eyebrow, he plots pierced collarbones and more and he doesn't give a fig about the long term of it. It’s just part of the ‘fun’ its part of being young and alive. He’s not stupid by a long shot, but its only by some miracle that his ‘extracurricular’ activities haven’t flunked him out, or gotten him arrested.
His lack of personal responsibility ties directly to his masochism. What better way to hide an actual enjoyment of the scrapes, bruises, pulls and punches, than to put yourself in situations where they would happen naturally. No questions asked, or at least less. Even were he NOT masochistic he could easily be accused of being an adrenaline junky.

Self Sacrifice - there is a point where love of pain isn't enough motivation. For his little sister he'd lay down his life without a second thought or question. Oddly its her whom has kept him from getting into -too- much trouble but his desire to keep her safe, is one of the single most overriding facts of his life. However, don't expect him to lay down and die, he's NOT afraid of pain and he's not going down with out a fight. No more mister nice guy, even if it kills him.
This is perhaps in part an unspoken self loathing. Being unable, or at least unwilling to communicate his own 'hang ups' about pain with the general public, knowing well that on a fundamental level he must be a disappointment to his parents, and still carrying guilt for not protecting his sister from her long time ago broken arm, he seeks, primarily to protect her, but secondarily those whom fall into his 'circle' his 2nd family which includes anyone and everyone he speaks to on a regular basis. He would however, absolutely deny that he feels any such self loathing, and in all probability justifies his behavior as derivative of his 'behavior as a warning to others'







**************************** The more you know! ********************





On working with others -----

He’s content enough to heal you, if your where he is. He’s unlikely to patrol on his own, preferring company of someone more motivated than himself.
Though in all honestly he’d likely prefer to be clubbing ((or cliff diving))
Once he sees the risks involved, not only for himself but others he will almost defiantly take it much more seriously. Considering it a sort of public service to keep fellow Senshi from earning too many questions about their late night activities. ((Awful lot of hit and runs lately))
He’d probably try and make a joke about it if he could think of one. ((Did you get the license of that squeaky-hammer Madam?)) or if you were more of a tank, He’d probably congratulate you on technique and suggest you work on your dodge since he can’t re-attach heads.

He keeps few close friends, not trusting them to learn his ‘secret’ – knowing he’s an adrenaline charge seeker is one thing, knowing he –enjoyed- the nose dive is another entirely. It leads him to have many more shallow relationships that he considers ‘close’. Those whom know him better more or less become ‘family’. Its questionable if his Parents count as ‘family’ or even ‘close’ at this point in time due to their hectic schedule.

Since they sent her to Crystal, he tries to make as much time as possible to make sure his sister is ‘ok’. Calling or even writing when he’s hard pressed to make sure he won’t flunk out. ((For her of course, she can’t be seen to have a dumb brother))

If he disliked anyone it would be those that judge him, let him live his life you can live yours. That said he’s more likely to fling his perforations ((earrings etc)) and loose lifestyle back at you if you start to critique it, than he is to actually try and defend himself for living the way he does.


Hair: white – red tips (dye)
Eyes: red
Caucasian






**************************************************The Senshi ******************



The Senshi -

Battle Cry - Well its not Lupus (kidding)
- This might hurt a little.
- Did someone call 911?



1a - Restore the memory – "By touching a target, Vulpecuale can restore a target by healing small injuries, such as slight lacerations or bruises. His magic cannot heal broken bones or life threatening injuries/injuries that would require hospital treatment to heal. The magic can restore enough energy to fight off fatigue and can somewhat numb the pain of larger injuries. The magic takes fifteen seconds to cast and can be used twice daily."


1b - Restore the Intent - "By touching a target, Vulpecuale can restore a target by healing moderate injuries, such as non life threatening lacerations or bruises. His magic cannot heal broken bones or life threatening injuries/injuries that would require hospital treatment to heal. The magic also restores an energy enough to give the target a 'second wind' by fighting off fatigue. It can somewhat numb the pain of larger injuries. The magic takes twenty seconds to cast and can be used twice daily."


Eternal - Restore the Design – "By channeling his magic, Vulpecuale can temporarily restore anyone he chooses within a six foot radius to pre-battle conditions. The magic will last for 45 seconds and allows his targets to behave without impairment. Typical movement and function will not damage them further, however they are not invulnerable for the duration of his magic and they can still be injured by outside forces. Their body will simply return to its pre-battle state for 45 seconds. When the magic fades, all damage returns."


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PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:57 pm


Images of the OC who spawned this -

Fuku to be in the hands of Natsu whom may mutate the color scheem of primarily white, with black, grey red and gold/silver accessories as she sees fit! ((yes only half his collar has fur, its always been that way))
Obviously his eyes can't stay the solid red/redblack mix so please ignore
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Tom by Cheshire
Tom in new Colors by MissGizmo
Tom with Naita's OC Breenie - by Dreamworldstudio

endejester

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endejester

Feral Cat

PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:59 pm


Growth Tallys

REQUIREMENTS:

5x BATTLE,

8x REGULAR,

8x SOLO
PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:02 pm


Regulars

Forget me Not - Ari/Thomas ((2 prior...need to find))

Stop the World

My Sanctuary - Ari and Tom

Smokers and Slackers - ORP Space-Meta.

Back from paradice - Tom and Ari return

endejester

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endejester

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PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:04 pm


PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:05 pm


Solos!

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PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:21 pm


Cellphone

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 17, 2026 7:06 pm



TemporaryEnde

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TemporaryEnde

Feral Gaian

PostPosted: Sun Aug 30, 2026 2:36 pm


Solo -
He’d never tried to convince anyone to purify before, not really.
He just knew that… this one was important. Somehow, for some reason, he’d found a connection with her. It was stupid, it was too fast, and they knew nothing about each other but the names that their ‘sides’ had given them.

No, he knew she was beautiful, and that wasn’t about to change. He just didn’t want her to die for what she’d done when she kissed him. He didn’t want her to… suffer or be fed to Youma or whatever it was that the Negaverse would do if they found out that they had kissed.

She’d left shortly after, the feeling of his hands on her back, weight on his lap…
Those lingered almost as long as the kiss did. He steepeled his fingers in front of his face and took a deep breath, long inhale through the nose, slow exhale through the mouth. Just a basic calming exercise, like it might help him reason through this.

It didn’t… it wasn’t.

He decided not long after that he was done for the night. He headed closer to home and found a safe place to power down.
It was still a long walk home. Sometimes he wondered if the long white trench coat that he loved so much was a bad idea, too reminiscent of the ‘vigilantes’ that people were on the lookout for, but with his grey t-shirt and black jeans he hoped people would calm down with a second glance. And…well. No one had tried to kill him like this. Not yet anyhow.

He stopped for cigarettes, treated himself to two packs, one his normal brand and a second pack of cloves, just for the smell of them. Both were terrible for his health, and he knew it, but it wasn’t like he planned to live forever. Just long enough to do some good in the world.
A brief extra stop to grab himself some indian food as a treat, and he made his way back to his Studio, Simple, minimalist, bachelor pad for sure.
It smelled of old cigarettes and black coffee; the bed on the floor in a corner was a familiar mess, and the single chair was where he gravitated to put on a movie and consider the evening, or… maybe refuse to consider it.

He tossed the pizza onto a counter and fished in the fridge to fish out a beer before letting himself sit. Though god forbid he found himself putting on the Disney channel, first pick… Cinderella. Bad idea. He quickly swapped to Amazon and put on ‘The Princess Bride’, a classic… except it too was hugely about kissing in its own way. The TV went off, and he bit into the pizza and sighed, swigging the beer and shaking his head.

“How do you convince someone to purify, if what she is is probably all she knows? They gotta think they're doing the right thing, right? I mean… why else would they stay and do things like yank starseeds?

He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair and sighed, taking another bite and closing his eyes as he let the TV cycle to ‘recommended’ and listened to the ads for a little.
He was absolutely not going to imagine her as any kind of knight, or how she’d fill out those uniforms. Except he absolutely was.

He wanted to know more about her, needed to see if this could ever work. But where did you even start when you probably weren’t even supposed to be talking? At least Princess and Princesses didn’t knock down your door and threaten you. At least, none that he’d heard about. And Cosmos, she was supposed to be pretty neutral too, right?

Maybe he could believe it would all work out…
Maybe.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 30, 2026 3:26 pm


Solo 2

It had been a whole day since he’d last seen her; the kiss seemed like Kryptonite. It was just one day, he told himself as he made his way back to the spots where he’d seen her before. Just one day; it wasn’t the end of the world or the end of seeing her.
His ribs ached from where she’d hit him, and it reminded him he was still alive and searching.
His arm ached where she’d broken it, but it reminded him that she was out there.

He hadn’t exactly thwarted anyone from stealing energy on his patrols, but he had healed a few people with bumps and bruises, which was more or less all he was good for when it came to magic he found. He hoped if he kept using it, it’d be like a muscle and he’d get stronger. He knew other senshi got stronger; he just… maybe hadn’t done it long enough to make the difference. He was- he had to admit something of a slacker.

It only vaguely helped distract him from his search when he thought about his powers, or the ‘good’ he was trying to do in the city.
How soon was too soon to wonder if she was still alive? How soon was too soon to wonder if they had ripped out her starseed or something worse? He wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem like too soon, honestly.

He went to the gym, powered down, and went inside to maybe try running from his troubles. A cell phone for a good audiobook and a good, what, hour on the treadmill sounded like the best idea that he could think of in the lines of anything that would come close to answers.

It seemed like as fast as he ran, as long as he ran, no matter how much his ribs ached and how foolish he felt, jarring the cast against his body, that he couldn’t escape the idea of her dead somewhere. Starseeded, never breathing again because something had happened that she couldn’t talk about. Couldn’t share with him because they weren’t even on the same side.

He wondered in a small way if he should join her, but he’d seen the people who joined their side, the cracks in their brows and their chests and how eerie it was. He didn’t think that was quite… his style if it came down to it. He didn’t think he could pull energy from people either. Never mind that his skill set was at best moderately helpful… they probably wouldn’t even want him.

He finally staggered off the treadmill and leaned against it, sweating and panting, his mind still running at full tilt on terrible ideas. He cleaned off the machine and went back outside, huffing. He definitely needed to quit smoking, he thought, even as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tapped one out.

He could quit them if he quit her… right. Just as easy.
Just as addictive as that kiss.

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 30, 2026 4:29 pm


Solo 3

Two days since he’d seen her.

He’d visited the familiar haunts, and then some. Scouring the city and even risking a few encounters he’d had to run away from to find her. The search was short-lived for the night after he ran into his second ‘not her’ captain, who had taken the chance to try and hunt him down.
He didn’t want to think of what would have happened if another senshi hadn’t stopped by and helped counter the would-be assault. He went home with a sore knee from a good kick, thinking she would have been proud of the delivery and jealous that she hadn’t done it herself.

He limped back to his Studio with takeout Chinese food and a fresh container of aspirin that he planned to be terrible and down with something stronger than beer. He was half expecting to find out that she was dead, or… further brainwashed, or worse… somehow things could always be worse; he knew it.

He fumbled the Chinese food out of the bag and spilled the handful of fortune cookies out over the table just to stare and sigh at them. He reached out and crushed one in his hand while it was still in the little plastic bag, only to shake his head and fumble it open so that he could eat the bits before he ate the proper food.

The fortune read. - “Patience is always a virtue”

He snorted and added ‘in bed’ the way he’d been taught to do since forever ago and decided it was worth keeping. He turned and pinned it to his fridge with a sigh before grabbing a bowl and dumping rice into it, to eat with the Beef and broccoli they’d had on special tonight. The Lo Mein he’d save for another day; it was always better the second day anyhow.

He couldn’t quite manage chopsticks tonight, not with his arm the way it was, so instead he grabbed a fork and stabbed it into a bite of broccoli, eating it first, as it was his favorite part to eat when it was fresh. He should have gone and gotten tacos with her, not just kissed her back. Maybe then she’d still be here. Maybe then they could have talked, and he’d know one way or another that she was well.

He made it about halfway through his dinner before he made himself a screwdriver and slugged about a quarter of it back with a trio of aspirin to combat the ache in his ribs and arm. He was going to feel good tonight one way or another. He was also going to try and bloody sleep without dreaming of dead bodies falling out of his arms.
He didn’t know her well enough to dream the way he was. He’d had his share of casual flings; he wasn’t sure why this was remotely different other than that she was, well and truly forbidden.

Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow would be better… it’d have to be better because he needed to stop chasing the pipe dream of saving her from the dark.
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