Coren (Event Only)

[oi_theoi]

(( OOC NOTE: COREN IS NOW A NEUTRAL GOD AND NO LONGER WITHIN THE HEADQUARTERS. ))

Coren Plasma, Birds, Illusions, Oaths, Lightning	❧ Played by Stormy
Appearance: A very pale, slender caucasian male who stands just taller than whoever calls him. His hair is a warm cinnamon, gently tousled, and inky smooth to the touch, and it falls in long layers, framing his face, stopping in a crop near his chin with several very long pieces coming from the back of his neck and falling to his rear. The longer ponytail of hair turns into feathers at the end, and when angered, his hair hackles and seems to break into feathers rather than strands. There’s a discreet illumination to his eyelashes and to the thinner portions of his skin in darkness and dim light that looks almost shingled the way pieces lay together. He’s usually in a uniform, the jacket a floor hugging double-breasted military style, lapels lined with feathers that graze along his chin. One hand is often covered with a large black leather glove, a single white owl perched on top of it. Characteristics: Distant, cautious, concerned, moody, reclusive, aloof, vengeful, distrustful. Likes: Characters who are able to break free from their emotional or physical chains and express or do exactly what they mean, grudges, feathered jewelry, bravery, protectiveness, attention, frequent visitors, those who sing, astrophysics, wings, those who have scars or something interesting with their eyes. Those who keep their promises. Dislikes: Wastefulness, betrayal, storms (especially lightning), injuries pertaining to eyes, nature gods (but not nature in general), insanity, things out of place.
Shrine: This god will make an appearance if you know his name and need his presence, or sometimes if you interact with the birds loitering around the area. For now, there is no shrine here. (( OOC NOTE: COREN IS NOW A NEUTRAL GOD AND NO LONGER WITHIN THE HEADQUARTERS. )) Ritual: You must call his name or interact with the birds to gain his attention.
❧ Will Take	❧ Will Give
Eyes Claws Horns Beaks Freefalling (pushed or jumping) Imprisonment as a punishment Acts of release (sexual, emotional, physically releasing a creature) Determination or Perseverance Resignation or Apathy Blood Saliva Vision Energy in all forms Self-sacrifice	Military Uniforms Falconry Gloves Feather Boas Holsters/Quivers Pain Transfer Fowl Unfertilized Eggs Down Comforters Bird Cages Walls Skylights Televisions Feather Dusters Blindfolds Longbows & Arrows Umbrellas Leather Armor Knowledge of Birds Flight Phosphorescence
❧ Exchange Rate
Items to Units Worth Offering 1 Unit Claws Saliva Resignation or Apathy 2 Units Beaks Horns Determination or Perseverance 3 Units Eyes Imprisonment as Punishment Acts of Release (Sexual, Emotional, Physical) 4 Units Vision Freefalling (Pushed or Voluntary) 5 Units Self Sacrifice Other Energy (Equivalent to Amount Drained) Blood (Equivalent to Amount Drained) Units to Items Cost Reward 1 Unit Falconry Gloves Umbrellas Blindfold Feather Dusters Arrows (Comparable Amount) Unfertilized Eggs or Fowl Feather Boas 2 Units Bird Cages Down Comforters Leather Armor (Each Piece) Holsters/Quivers 3 Units Longbow Walls Skylights Knowledge of Birds 4 Units Televisions Military Uniforms (Full Uniform) 5 Units Phosphorescence (Temporary) Flight (Temporary) Other Pain Transfer (Equivalent to Injury)
❧ Crows
Expectations and Powers of Crows

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Re: Day 110, Afternoon, Apt Sigma

[cloak_and_sniper]

[ There's a small, thoughtful noise at his tone before she uncurls from where she is on the couch, moving forwards and planting her feet on the floor so she's perched on the edge of the seat.

She's smiling, very slightly. Someone bossing her is oddly comforting in itself. ]

A gun.

Re: Day 110, Afternoon, Apt Sigma

[confined]

[ Both of his eyebrows scrunch down as if that's not what he expected, but he probably should have expected it anyway from her. ]

Fine then.

[ Gesturing to the room.] You won't be able to use it, but if you want to stare at one. Make it appear.

Re: Day 110, Afternoon, Apt Sigma

[cloak_and_sniper]

It was that or 'a dead enemy'.

[ She looks around at him, the smile dipping into a frown before looking forwards again. It might not be imagination, but she can remember her battered old M-96 Mattock. Scratches and all. ]

Re: Day 110, Afternoon, Apt Sigma

[confined]

[ Tapping a finger against his sleeve. He seems to pay a little less immediate attention to her until the illusion does finally form, and Coren's head turns toward it. ]

Very good. Keep in mind you'll need to imagine what you want to appear, but I think you have the focus in stressful situations to do this.

[ His arms unfold and he shakes a few fingers in one part of his hair, canting his head again. The only way the gesture could be described is slightly perplexed, but, he doesn't say anything. ]

[And then:] Did you still want more arrows?

Re: Day 110, Afternoon, Apt Sigma

[cloak_and_sniper]

[ Her eyes soften when the illusion appears and, despite knowing that it won't work, she reaches for the gun. It's no surprise when her hand passes through it but it is a slight disappointment, though she's careful not to give that away. She knows this is basic stuff and probably will be for a while.

She's distracted as the Mattock vanishes, leaning forwards and pinching her bottom lip between her finger and thumb as she concentrates. To try and conjure an image of the Normandy in its full size would be too much, perhaps even the size of the room would be a stretch, but what if she reduced it down? Eyes shift to the table and she decides that would be a decent step-up.

His question goes unanswered for the moment. ]

Re: Day 110, Afternoon, Apt Sigma

[confined]

[ Well. She seems distracted and that's probably as comforting as he can give right now.

.. Taking a step back, then another, and vanishes while she doesn't notice. ]