Wind howls through the broken Window. Reality itself seems to shift and break as rainbow light foreshadows the breakdown of the proto-astral space
She closes the little black notebook she always carries.
Sound + Force + Death
The Profile of a
Banshee
the cover shows, her personal space, where she keeps notes and thoughts about all her essences and ability's. She looks through the broken gales over Viterbo. The once beautiful city in the middle of Italy. Her black combat fatigues combined with her pale nearly white skin and her hollow eyes make her look sinister. The monster waves hit the city hard while the grid was down. But even now that it was up again luck made a wide birth around it. With a transformation zone near Alessandria and one near Neapel the Network was spread thin and its real purpose came out short.
The proto-astral space was detected in time but the response was slow and weak. Now it broke down, about to spill its monsters in to the city. She flinched as her com misfired a few times before a clear signal cam through “several category 3 dimensional entities confirmed. Anchormonster is supposed to be close to cat 4” operation command says. “deLuca, you and the other cat 1s are on containment. Don't mess this up” he used her Name like a curse... and since the necromancer of Macassar it kinda was. They didn't trust the family of necromancers anymore. That she was basically disowned didn't matter to them.
She follows the sound of tearing metal looking for the weakest of the monsters in the outskirts of the city. She is still short powers to have her full set, but without the support of her family she needs every opportunity to earn the awakening stones herself.
She stops, her perception power Whispering Words that she got from the Sound essence picks something up.
Ability: Whispering Words (Sound)
(sonic, Perception, mind)
Base cost: None
Current rank: Category 1
Cooldown: None,
Cat 1, Whispered Words: I can hear what others try to hide. In chaos of battle I hear a single footstep, a heartbeat, the fear or hesitation that betrays them. Emotions in voices, fear, anger and doubt shivers along my perception. Detecting lies or hidden movement is easier now. The world’s secrets whisper themselves to me.
“little mouse little mouse” she hears a broken scared whisper “zum pa pa” answers another scared one by singing a popular nursery rhyme
but close by she also hears clicking of the insectoid monsters.
Without thinking she runs, spectral body of her death essence helps her going through a wall she otherwise would have had to scale.
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Ability: Spectral Body (death)
(incorporeal motion, phasing, mobility)
Base cost: moderate mana; rises with distance/duration.
Current rank: Category 1
Cooldown: short
Cat 1, Spectral Body: For a fleeting moment, I unbind my body and slip between worlds. Immune to physical harm, I move normally, reality blurring around me. I can step through thin stone, wood, or iron grates, if I commit to the stride. I become vulnerable to spiritual attacks. I am still flesh, I only learned to forget it.
Jumping through a window, glass shattering she hears both voices scream in terror. “Civilians in the ill Pilastro school” she says in her com “need reinforcements”
one more door and she is in the classroom. The Scytherit, a cat 1 monster that looks a bit like a four legged house spider with two mantis claws, moves a barricade of chairs and tables out of the way to reach two kids that try to hide in a closet. The cat 1 variants are workers, weaker but can weave a net that is hard to get out of. Melissa barely stops, spectral strike from her death essence forms a ghost like hand, its long thin fingers ending in sharp claws that lash out at the creature, raking deep wounds through the chitin of its body.
Ability: Spectral Strike (death)
(phantasm, rapid strikes, spectral arms)
Base cost: Low-to-moderate mana, rises with overcharge duration.
Current rank: Category 1
Cooldown: None
Cat 1, Wraith Claw: I conjure a single ghostly arm, tipped with spectral claws. Swift, precise, short to mid range slashes. Physical and spectral, bypassing mundane armor. Reusable rapidly. A pale arm tearing through the air
It trys to turn around but Melissa pours more mana in to her strikes, making them come faster and stronger. Its shrieking screeches echo in her perception and to her horror, she hears others answer.
“command, I have two kids here and a whole slew of monsters inbound... I need Reinforcements” “understood deLuca, we'll send someone as soon as we have someone to send. Stand by”
She was a skirmisher, her power set doesn't offer the typical slew of special attacks humans get from their racial ability. Instead she profited from a essence gift evolution that gives her a affinity with spells and a few movement and utility powers in the mix. Making her more of a skirmish assassin. She had not much in terms of static defenses... so she attacked. Locking the two children in to the closet and barricading the door with extra desks she she sprinted. Out the door, through the hallway in the opposite door, two more Scytherits just broke through the windows of that classroom as Resounding Rapture of her Sound essence blasted a hole through the wall and the two monsters several meter away.
Ability: Resounding Rupture (Sound)
(sonic, force, trauma)
Base cost: Moderate
Current rank: Category 1
Cooldown: medium
Cat 1, Shatter Cone: I can shape sound into a force, not a voice, but pure rupture. Fired forward in a cone, it hits like the world pushes back. Eardrums shatter, shields crack, formations scatter. It knocks enemies off balance, sometimes off their feet. a break in reality, compressed into a single, raw pulse.
One impaled on a window frame, the other tried to get up but she was faster, jumping on it and ramming her combat knife in its skull.
She heard others now, coming closer... Good, the more came to her the fewer could find the children
