Post by Demetra Katsaros on Apr 27, 2009 1:09:13 GMT -5
D E M E T R A 
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Name: Demetra Eireen Katsaros
Age/Grade: [/color][/font]18/12th
Height: 5’ 2”
Weight: 133 lbs.
Gender: I am of the female sex. I do not believe in gender.
Sexuality: I’m not a fan of sexuality labels. I will not judge a potential mate based on sex, therefore I have no preference.
Eye Color: Green-blue
Hair: Very long, fairly curly, warm brown
Pastime Information
Hobbies/Talents/Skills: I’ll try to keep this moderately short, since I have a very dynamic lifestyle, and there are other sections to describe my activities. My life is focused on bettering myself and bettering the world. I exercise frequently, often jogging or swimming, and I eat healthy, being a very strict vegan. I organize several charities to help others, including those to help the poor, the sick, the animals, the environment, and the basic rights of human kind, though I will also join programs started by others; I am not compelled to be the leader of everything. I am strongly against materialism, as I oppose the monetary system altogether and am willing to fight for reforms to society, so almost every tangible item I own comes from a second-hand store (excluding food, which is always from a small, local organic outdoor market). With my purchases, I occasionally use the material to make alterations: old T-shirts are redesigned to appear more fashionable, cloth swatches are sewn together to make a larger quilt, and jewelry beads are taken out and rethreaded to my liking. Not to boast, but I am very good with the needle, and I am willing to make any article of clothing from scratch as long as the resources are being reused from a previous product and they do not come from any part of an animal.
Sports: I am not a big fan of competitive team sports—basically anything that involves sequestered large amounts of land and/or building an arena—but I do like simple, relaxing, individual exercises, including running around the neighborhood or swimming laps in the lake. I set time goals for myself in order to improve and keep motivated.
Clubs: This list may never end, as I am always joining new clubs. Not only do I want to help the earth, I want to learn more about it, so I will often join clubs about different cultures, though I will not participate in anything that might be damaging to the environment or goes against my beliefs (i.e. Pizza party? No thanks. I’m not going to eat fatty, greasy, dairy-based cheese, coming from cows that are cruelly force-fed and overcrowded into disgusting and unsanitary living conditions, contributing to global warming more than all forms of transportation combined by emitting methane gas from their bodily functions). I love anything that involves protests for civil rights, animal rights, energy efficiency, ends to wars and homicides, etc. Plus, I enjoy community service. It’s upsetting how little people contribute to society.
Gangs: Ha. Yeah, right. Unless I find a gang working intellectually for a righteous social movement, I doubt I’ll be involved in any gangs.
Mental Information
Personality: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m very passionate about my beliefs. Not only am I difficult to sway into another position, I actually work toward goals to make the changes I seek in the world. If I think baby seal slaughter should stop, I get up off my ass and do something about it. Being apathetic won’t get me anywhere. Additionally, if I have the opportunity to express my opinion, you better bet that I will do so. You make some kind of sexist remark, and I’ll run my mouth off on you; you’d be crazy to think I’ll let prejudiced comments slide. I feel it is my duty to make the world a better place, and I would not like myself if I just stood around and did nothing when I knew atrocities were occurring.
Perhaps the above has made me sound like an incredible do-gooder (which I believe I am), and you may think that I am only presenting positive traits (though some idiots find my passion irritating- God, such ignorant people frustrate me to no end!). This is of course unfair; I am wise enough to recognize that all human beings have faults, and I am not exception. Since I am so actively involved in the community, I tend to do a lot of research. While I don’t like to spend too much time in the library on any given day, as those minutes can be used aiding in soup kitchens or cleaning up beaches, I do feel the need to stay informed so I can keep up. New opportunities are always arising, and it is smart to know more about a topic you’re discussing. Because of this, I may come across as a know-it-all; I am constantly spurting facts, attempting to educate people and even telling them what to do. I occasionally use words that I do not fully understand (I’ll look them up in a dictionary later), and new studies come out all the time, proving what I once thought was true is actually false.
I also have quite a bit of a temper. It’s saddening, since I am such an advocate for peace and non-violent methods of change, but sometimes people present themselves as such ignorant beings that I become hypocritical and act in manners of which I do not usually approve. Additionally, this is controversial because I tend to promote open-mindedness, while I myself often find it hard to accept moronic points of view. My fierce liberal beliefs cause me a great deal of trouble.
This may or may not be considered a positive aspect, but I am very organized. My room, locker, folers, etc. are always neat and tidy. I like to keep everything clean and in a specific place. As such, I rarely loose items. Some may consider me neurotic, but I truly believe it’s smart to be structured. I do not like to waste any sort of material, so I save almost everything and put it to use. If I allowed it all to clutter, I would be a horrible pack rat. Yet what might surprise you, since it seems contradictory to this aspect of my personality, is that I get easily distracted. That is, I am capable of finishing a given task, such as organizing my sewing materials before putting them away, but I may start thinking about something else. You’ll notice I go off-topic or make seemingly insignificant notes related to the profile section at hand as I fill this out, often placed in parenthesis. Please pardon me.
Likes:
Conservationalism Organic fruit Animals Hand-given massages Intellectual debates Plants Anthropology Exercise Protests The environment Education Second-hand stores A resource-based economyDislikes:
Our government Meat, fur, leather, etc. The monetary system Domestic violence Poverty Ignorance Large business corporations Fossil fuel-powered transportation Prejudice/Stereotypes Mass media manipulation Waste Lawns Prescription drugs Mentality/Ideal/Belief: You should already have an adequate understanding of my beliefs thus far into the profile. I feel that most of the world does not contribute to our society very much, and since it is in desperate need of help, I must take up the slack by working extra hard to produce change. Some people can sit by while knowing that one out of every three human beings in this world is not receiving proper nutrition, or that several species of animals are going extinct each day, or that seventy-five percent of women will be raped or physically abused at some point during their life, but I certainly cannot. My highest goal is to eliminate the monetary system that is the fuel for such mayhem, altering the government structure altogether so a direct democracy is in place with no corrupt leaders at the head, with any person committing a crime for whatever reason being treated like a patient rather than a lower life form worthy of torturous revenge. Unfortunately, I realize this may not be possible in my lifetime, and if it was, it could not be accomplished by a single high-school student.
If this section is also to include religious beliefs, then I should state that I am an atheist. I respect other religions, and I even encourage them if they influence people to do good for society, such as working in charities like myself, but the research I have done indicates the low probability of any religious text being entirely correct, and I can’t see myself believing only parts of a religion, picking and choosing the sections I happen to like. However, I am always open for a philosophical debate on the existence of God or other religious matters.
Physical Information
Build: Despite the amount of exercise I partake in daily, I am not very lean, muscular, or toned. However, I am not overweight; I have a fair amount of flesh on my bones, but I have a healthy appearance. My body is rather proportionate, though I will go into more detail in the sections that follow.
Defining Marks: I doubt any human being exists with so-called ‘flawless’ skin, and I am no exception. That is to say, I don’t have acne, discoloration, or scars (which I would like to attribute to my cautious yet fit lifestyle), but I have a few beauty marks here and there- nothing particularly extraordinary. My mother also pierced my ears when I was two, so my lobes often carry earrings I designed or happened to pick up in a second-hand store.
Description: Before I begin, let me assure you that I do not approve of society’s fixation on physical appearance. I do not believe there is any person who is more or less attractive based on his or her looks, and such judgments arise based on the cultural and sociological developments of others. Therefore, I am merely providing a description of my appearance for identification purposes, not to make you think I am a hot piece of ass available to conquer.
I will only say this once: my brassiere size is 36DD. Yes, that is bigger than most (average is 34B, if you were curious on the statistic), and is certainly large for my height, and yeah, I did claim myself to be ‘proportionate’—I’ll get to that. Don’t fill your mind with perverted ideas, but I do take proficient care of my breasts; not because saggy ones are unappealing, rather that exercising can be rather difficult if they are not kept in shape and in place. And remember, not all cultures find boobs to be sexy, nor do they all find larger ones to be preferable. I’m not the type to objectify myself, therefore you won’t see them spilling out of my top and bouncing around everywhere. I believe the human body is a beautiful thing, yet I wish to be respected for my beliefs rather than my tits, so I may wear subtle cleavage for artistic merit based on designs I create (remember, I often make my own clothing), but nothing that suggests, “Hey, I’m better than y’all because I’ve got these jugs!”
So much for modesty. Getting back to my ‘proportionate’ comment, I’ve got the filled-out hips, buttocks, and thighs to make my breasts seem less out of place. Heck, you might not even notice the double D’s (and if you do, I will be certain to embarrass you for your inappropriate stares). I would call my body type to be an ‘hourglass’ figure, but my waist isn’t so incredibly tiny that it makes me look like a number eight. There is a slight inward curve, yet nothing too drastic. It may also be labeled as a ‘developed woman,’ yet that’s just idiocy, since there’s no specific body type that a fully grown female may have. After all, everyone is different.
This may have been indicated toward the beginning of the profile, through basic information and headshots that I’ve laced throughout the page (Off topic: Like the earrings and organic cosmetic products I am wearing? Drop a note in my locker if you’re interested in making a purchase that would go to preventing the spread of the AIDS pandemic!). However, I’ll go into a bit more detail so you can envision my appearance even better, and perhaps identify me while passing by in the hall. I am five foot, two inches (damn, I wish America used the metric system), and I’m about one hundred thirty pounds, distributed as aforementioned. My hair is loosely curly, naturally a deep chestnut brown, and I refuse to place any chemicals into my tresses, whether tested on animals or not, to change the texture and color with which I was born. These locks are cut into layers for shape but can be incredibly long; I let my hair grow out until I begin to accidentally sit on it, at which time I get it chopped to shoulder length and donate the remains to Locks of Love to create wigs for people with cancer (it grows back astonishingly fast, as I have done this four times already, though perhaps it just seems longer because I have a shorter stature). Right now my hair cascades down to my hips- a few more inches and I might go for another hair cut. I have turquoise eyes; that is, people can’t decide whether they are green or blue, so I assume it is somewhere in between. They are rather large for my face, as are my lips, but my nose, eyebrows, and ears are smaller. The irises also tend to stand out against my tanned skin. I am frequently outdoors, so I apply sun block regularly, as should any person who does not want skin cancer, but somehow I am not particularly pale. My lack of creamy white skin might be attributed to my ethnic background, though, as my parents have a unique mix of nationalities that I could not possibly list or even recall, yet I do know a nice chunk of my background is Greek.
My attire may prove to be difficult to describe, since I don’t have a specific signature style. As you know, I shop mainly at second-hand stores, and I often alter what I find to my liking. Some of the pieces stay generally the same, except for a few stitches here and there to make it the right size, creating a very ‘vintage’ look, but vintage can be hints of the twenties, the sixties, or the eighties, so one day I can be wearing skinny straight-leg jeans with an off-the-shoulder sweater, while another I might be donned in a light, flowing peasant dress. The pieces I design myself, using fabric swatches or cutting up old clothes, tend to have a more modern feel, though you’d be surprised how contemporary fashion goes in cycles, often reflecting past styles. There are a few looks I will not bear (aside from fur, leather, and other animal skins): high-waisted pants/skirts/shorts, shiny Spandex, and Uggs or other snow-boot like shoes (unless I’m actually visiting the snow). Otherwise I’m fairly open-minded. Remember, I also make accessories, including jewelry, hats, scarves, and bags, and these can come in various forms, though they will remain relatively inexpensive. The only part of my outfits that I don’t make are shoes, which can be anything from boots to sandals to heels (sneakers are hard to find in good condition at thrift stores). With all this talk about apparel, I might come across as hypocritical, after acting like I don’t care about physical appearance yet dedicating time to make clothes that look good. I do so in order to encourage others to shop at second-hand stores and recycle materials instead of spending money on yield from large industries who create and transport their goods by depleting natural resources and burning unclean fuels, and often manipulating countries with child labor or underpaid workers to provide cheap products. That is, I believe I am helping more than harming by making my clothes appealing.
I should also point out that the photographs are slightly misleading due to the fact that I rarely ever wear makeup. So unless it’s Breast Cancer awareness week, you probably won’t see me with baby pink lipgloss. I’m very all natural, so I use very little products in general, and those that I do use will be made, packaged, and transported organically and support a good cause.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Tai chi chaun
Years Practiced: Three and a half, though I've only been teaching it to newbies for a couple of months.
Description of style: Does it really surprise you that I do tai chi? If you haven’t heard, tai chi has been proven to improve health in ways similar to yoga, including mental, physical, and emotional aspects. The fact that you learn some useful self-defense is just icing on the cake. It’s the yin and yang aspect: health on one side, and fighting technique on the other. Expanding on that ideal (God, I love Eastern culture!), there’s two main focuses in the training: chaun and tui shou. Chaun involves a slow sequence of movements that emphasizes a straight, upright posture, good abdominal breathing practices, and a natural range of motion taking place over one’s center of gravity. Tui shou is a technique of pushing hands in a practical way. Overall, it’s a very soft style, but that doesn’t mean it’s ineffective. Much of the time, you will use the strengths of an opponent against him/her. Most tai chi martial schools, including my own, will also focus on how each strike might affect a person; that is, a palm strike used in a different way may look very similar to another but result in a unique way on the target’s body. It’s important to learn to think what you want to accomplish with each move, and what each move will do to the opponent. Physics plays a big role in tai chi.
Overall Strengths: Since I adore tai chi, I could go on forever about the positive aspects of it (finding weaknesses is going to be so much harder!). As I mentioned, the health benefits are immense. Research suggests that tai chi promotes flexibility, cardiovascular fitness, and balance control, reducing the risk of falling—all aspects that you’ll want in your everyday life as well as on the battle field. It has also shown to reduce risk of heart failure, strokes, diabetes, Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, and high blood pressure, lower cholesterol, burn more calories than surfing and skiing, and even improve the immune system. It even lowers chemicals that cause stress, and may even reduce the effects that cause ADHD. That’s an ‘overall strength,’ right?
Tai chi allows a student to ‘capture’ the center of gravity of an opponent and dictate the best responses to attacks. Yin involves slow, repetitive, low impact attacks , while yang involves fast, active, high impact attacks, and a combination of these can keep an opponent surprised and let the well trained tai chi individual to take him/her down in the most methodical manner possible. Those who practice tai chi at an advanced level know the pressure points of a target, including the eyes, throat, heart, groin, and acupressure areas. Breathing exercises and proper stature also allow one to have high endurance in a fight. You mess with me when I’m using tai chi, and you’re fucked. Well, at least I’d like to think so.
Overall Weaknesses: Ugh. Like I mentioned, this is hard. For one, us tai chi peeps are expected to show what is called wu te, which is basically heroism and good virtue. We’re supposed to protect the defenseless and show mercy on an opponent. While I support this concept, sometimes ‘showing mercy’ gets you screwed over. You can’t always trust that an opponent is defeated, and if you go to shake his/her hand after stopping the fight, you put yourself into a vulnerable position. I’ve been screwed by this myself before, so I would know. Also, I said that tai chi chaun often involves a ‘soft’ form of fighting; that is, in order to create balance, you fight aggressive attacks with passive attacks. As Lao Tzu wrote, “The soft and the pliable will defeat the hard and strong.” That sounds pretty on paper, but it’s not always true in reality. You learn the faster, high-impact yang attacks much later in tai chi, so much of your training is actually focused on the slow yin part. Meh.
As for my personal weaknesses, I would say that I have a better defense than offense. I can block very well, and I can be strategic about my fighting techniques, but I don’t have a lot of power behind my strikes. I hate to think that size matters, yet unfortunately it often does, and I’m only 5’2” with small hands and feet to match. I’m not very muscular or strong, and I realize that it’s important to actually do significant damage to win in combat. I can’t just continue protecting myself forever and hope that eventually my opponent will get bored or tired and give up.
History Information
History: Oh jeebus, a biography. I may or may not be creative with this, so just bear with me, as you have done through much of this profile (unless you’re the ‘scanning’ type. Don’t worry, I won’t take offense).
I was born on January 23, 1991, in Selma, California, a city in the San Joaquin Valley just south of Fresco, whose claim to fame is that it is the raisin capital of the world. Woot. My parents were never married, though they lived together for awhile in our two bedroom apartment. Mom was an elementary school teacher, and Dad was some kind of insurance salesman. When I was seven, he moved away to New York because of a job opportunity that I still don’t really know about, and my mother and I stayed in California. However, we ended up relocating to the San Francisco area a couple weeks later, situating ourselves into a single room we rented as part of a larger house. The place is owned by a divorced mom with two children who has discovered herself as a lesbian and is exploring the dating scene. A few months ago, an recently-engaged couple moved into the room across the hall. There are several cats and dogs roaming about, many of which I personally rescued from the streets and nearby shelters. My mom went back to college while she was still teaching and was able to promote herself to middle school life science. She’s a liberal, tree-hugging, volunteering, world-saving nutcase like me, and I have considered her to be my best friend throughout the years. We have had our disputes—it’s not always easy having to lie and sleep in the same room as your mother—but nothing to damage our bond, and I often find myself coming to her for advice.
However, there’s one thing that I’ve never shared with her, or with anyone, for that matter, so I will say that from this point on, my story involving Andrew is entirely confidential.
I met Andrew about a year ago while I was cleaning trash around the beach. It was a fairly chill, windy day, so the area was empty, but this guy was out jogging nevertheless. He saw me picking up waste along the shore and stopped to ask if I needed help.
“Sure,” I replied. “We could always use help.”
He helped me gather more items and tried to start up a conversation with me, which I easily complied with. I told him all about my volunteering activities and strong beliefs, encouraging him to be on my side, and after what must have been a couple hours of my blathering, he asked me to meet up with him again at the beach on what seemed to be a date. He wasn’t what many people might consider attractive—he was lanky with a bit of acne, two years older than me—but I was not the type to judge based on appearance, and I rather enjoyed having somebody to listen to what I had to say. Eventually we went on more dates, since I had a lot to talk about, and he was very good at listening. As time wore on, he even began to counter back. I had a debating partner, some one willing to try to understand my point of view while still presenting his, and I loved it, at least to an extent. I tried to see his side, but sometimes it’s so hard to respect a person who thinks so differently than you. He was willing to help in volunteer activities with me, yet overall he was much more conservative. In fact, he was so dedicated to his Christian religion that he told me he wanted to wait until marriage before having sex. While I don’t believe in the practice of having a ceremony and becoming legally combined just to partake in intercourse, I didn’t fight it; I never found myself with the desire to become intimate with him. I would much rather talk and save the world one step at a time.
He must have wanted me in a physical way, though. We never went beyond kissing and hand-holding, but one day, he asked me to marry him.
“Look, I know I don’t have a ring yet, but I’ll get you one. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“What?!” I shouted, shaking my head frantically. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Andrew, but I can’t do that. Marriage is a huge commitment, and I don’t even really agree with such an institution in the first place. How can you really define love? I don’t even want a ring! I hate materialism, and I hate the fact that people feel it’s okay to send miners to destroy the earth and put themselves in physical danger just so they can wear an expensive rock on their finger!”
“It doesn’t have to be expensive. I’ll get you whatever you like, from wherever you like.”
“You’re crazy! I’m only eighteen!”
“But that’s a legal adult.”
“I’ve got so much of my life left, though. You don’t see other high school girls getting married for a reason.”
“Demetra, I love you, and I want to be with you in the purest a way possible. This is the highest level our relationship can go. There’s nobody else in your life but me, right? So open your mind and give this a chance…”
His eyes looked up to mine, and I found myself wondering if his leg hurt from staying down on one knee for so long. I hated the whole idea, and yet I couldn’t say no. I didn’t have anybody else I liked, and I wasn’t really sure what love was. Maybe this was the ultimate form, this ability to verbally express myself to another person, and all that crap about tingly feelings was bullshit.
We were married in a very simple manner in Las Vegas, since I really didn’t want the frills of a large wedding, being the practical person I was, though he said one day we would have a fancier ceremony. Whatever.
Shocker number two: He joined the army.
“Andy, what the hell?!?” Now I was furious. “We’re married now, and you’re going to ditch me to kill a bunch of people?” This was drawing the line. I hate the military. I have very little respect for anyone who thinks the way to solve problems is to end the lives of others. Plus, I believe that America is actually the bad guy, trying to expand their empire in the manner of Rome and not caring who dies in the process. I devoted myself to boycotting the military, convincing myself and others around me never to become part of such a cruel system. “This is fucking disgusting. I can’t believe you signed up.”
“Hey, I’m going to miss you, too. But I think it’s a good thing to serve my country. I want to be among the brave people fighting for freedom and liberty, and the benefits are amazing. I can go to college for free. Don’t you support education, Demetra?”
“Ugh! It’s incredibly sickening that they’re giving benefits to people for shooting our fellow human beings! That money should be going to much better causes. And freedom and liberty? Is that what you really think you’re fighting for? We don’t have fucking freedoms. Our country is controlled and manipulated by big business, and that’s what war is—business. Corporations are making billions off of this whole terrorism lie, this fear-striking bullshit that ends up with lifeless bodies. I can’t believe you want to be a part of this.”
“I don’t always agree with you, but I love you for who you are. I expect you to do the same for me, and support me and our troops,” he responded calmly.
“No,” I countered coldly. “If people really have to die, I hope America loses. They’re one of the worst countries on this planet, doing more damage than any other industrialized nation. The United States is the evil one in this scenario. Hell, we’re not really a country. We’re just a business. Oil companies have more money under their belt than most European nations, much less developing countires. Haven’t I talked about this with you before? How could you do this?”
“I know you’re upset that I didn’t tell you, but I know you care about me and you’ll eventually come around.” He kissed my forehead. “Basic training starts in three weeks. I’m glad I can be your husband until then.”
“I’m on my period,” I blurted. “So don’t expect a sexy honeymoon. In fact, I think I’d like you to take me home. My mom has no idea where I am.”
He called several times, but I never picked up the phone. Somehow I think he knows better than to stop by my house. I’m a married virgin with no ring, and not a single person knows except me, Andrew, and a couple people from Las Vegas. Is this where it gets even more interesting?
Living Status Information[/u][/font][/size][/color]
Type of residence: Two-story house, though my mother and I are only renting one room. Still, we get bathroom and kitchen rights like everyone else.
Roommates: My mom
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
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Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 15
D E M E T R A ' S Q I Qi Name: Lambent, lucent, luminous, lustrous light!
Stats Without Items:
- Strength: 10
- Dexterity: 30
- Constitution: 20
- Intelligence: 40
- Wisdom: 25
- Charisma: 15
Qi Type: Level
Qi Description: I can bore you with the field of physics that encompasses optics, but I’d rather be brief and spare you some irritation. You have a pretty good idea what light is, yes? My qi basically allows what is my usual mass to alter its atoms into photons, which are the tiny packets that make up visible light. To put it even simpler, I can turn parts of myself (maybe my entire self as I progress in the development of my qi) into light, or modify the visible light that presents itself to you as my appearance.
Qi Strengths: Visible light is a spectrum of colors, so I basically have any hue in my grasp to paint myself in (at least by the time I reach the master level); since every object obtains its color based on the light it is not absorbing and therefore reflecting into your vision, I can change various colors on myself. For example, I can make my skin all green and my eyes yellow, then pop out at you, start mumbling in gibberish, and have you screaming off that extraterrestrials have made it to earth. Wicked awesome, right? Of course, that’s just a possibility, not something I’d actually do. I can also turn myself into light, so I can be really bright and totally tick you off, like staring straight into the sun. It’s pretty annoying to fight somebody you can’t look directly at, therefore I can use this to my advantage in battle against those who don’t carry sunglasses around, as light travels very quickly. This is something I might really do.
Qi Weaknesses: The thing is, light can’t really hurt you, especially in the form I'm using it in. I can only adjust the visible light within myself and on myself; I can’t shoot light beams at you. It’s not really an offensive technique, as I can’t punch or kick or slap a person with photons, which sucks because my offense is pretty shitty as it is. The way that light works is still being researched, which puts me at a bit of a disadvantage, because then even the scientific community hasn’t quite interpreted the mannerisms of what is my qi, and since I’m a big fan of research and learning, I feel like this is a large disadvantage. What is known, however, is that light only travels in a straight line, meaning that photons cannot curve around an object, so if something solid is in front of me, I will be blocked by it entirely (that’s how we get shadows). Plus, the source of light in my qi is closest to what occurs naturally without the energy being given off as excess heat, not something combustible like fire, so it isn’t going to burn at the touch, and I don’t change the temperature around me, anyway. While something like the sun, which gives a majority of the world’s light, might be hot, heat control is not an aspect in my qi; the light is entirely a visual facet. My qi might be fun, but it’s not particularly dangerous to an opponent. I just have to be creative with it to form advantages, and when I’m in the middle of a fight, probably smacked in the head a few times, it’s often hard to think cleverly on my toes.
Beginner: Fragments of my visible mass can be altered in hue to the ends of the seven colors that make up white light: deep red and violet. I can also change parts of my body into light, up to approximately one cubed foot volume (I’m not going to convert that into the metric system, so please forgive me), usually my hands. I might be able to manage my feet, but that’s difficult because I need my feet to balance on, especially if I’m standing.
Stat Requirements: Int: 30, Wis: 20
Novice: My spectrum is now broadened to the three main colors that are part of the cones within one’s eyes to view different hues: red, blue, and green. These, along with the violet I gained in the previous level, can still only change parts of my physical make-up, about 0.5 cubed feet of volume. The amount of my body that I can transform into light remains the same as my beginner status.
Stat Requirements: Int: 40, Wis: 30
Pro: I’ll describe this as gaining the three primary colors, the ones that combine to make all of the other known colors: red, blue, and yellow, but in actuality, I’m only adding yellow to my collection, as I’ve had the others before. This allows me to alter the hues on my body to all of the seven colors of the rainbow except orange and indigo (which may or may not be important). I can convert about three cubic feet of myself into photons, which is sufficient for my head or a limb.
Stat Requirements: Int: 50, Wis: 40
Advanced: At this point, I can use any of the seven colors that make up white light on myself: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. I can now also transform my entire body into a moderate amount of photons.
Stat Requirements: Int: 60, Wis: 50
Master: Yes! My most powerful state! I am able to change the intensity of all seven colors, increasing my palate to any visible hue I am able to imagine. For example, a low-intensity orange yellow would be perceived as brown. I now have such abilities in my grasp. With this, I can also change the intensity of light, increasing or decreasing the energy per unit volume, and make myself appear brighter than I could before.
Stat Requirements: Int: 70, Wis: 60
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: “Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins.”
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