About Me
{Origins}
Genexis was created from nothing to be a spirit. She is not an experiment. She is not a god. She is she. That is all.
{Transformations}
-Natural Form-
Genexis is nearly invisible in her natural form, unless she chooses to be seen or allows others to see her. Her natural form is like a hazy, bright and glowing mass, with a vauge distinction of a being in the middle. Naturally she has wings in her natural form, and they are of feathery texture, whiter than fresh snow. The bright glow that surrounds Genexis in natural form is her 'halo', which she can brighten or dim how she pleases.
-Materialized Form-
Genexis can assume the form of a human. This form can be as varied and different as the human race itself. Height, weight, color, etc...all of these are up to the imagination of Genexis at the time. Her wings do not carry over, though to certain races, more so any non-human, the glow of her natural form is still seen. The majority of Genexis' powers are not carried over, but a few of them are. There is also another peculiarity about Genexis in human form - she tends to always retain the aura of a beautiful creature, the kind of creature that would make a person stop and take notice. Even if Genexis choose to take on the form of a dirty, ragged old man...this man would give off the essence of beauty to those who looked upon him.
-Bastard Form-
This form is definitively the least favored form for Genexis, seeing as it harms both her natural and materialized forms. The main embodiment of the bastard form is human; the peculiarities of the natural form are forced upon this. Her wings are transformed from gentle clouds of feather to sleek, leathery, bat-like wings that would be of the same white hue if the blood coming from the two huge wounds on her back from where the wings came was cleaned off. Her natural form's 'being' is forced into existance, displaying grey or red eyes, blue/black hair, and very pale, nearly blue skin. The halo that resides around her natural self goes through a hellish transmogrification, turning from the essence of angels into the essence of humans. In other words, blood.
Natural Form -
+Can fly.
+Can heal.
(Leben-Strom - causes a rain of light to fall, healing and resurrecting everyone within it.)
+Telepathic.
(Energie des Vorschlages - can place in those about to do evil or sinful things a seed of doubt, allowing them to reconsider, or suggest they do something good.)
+Can see demons or paranormal beings.
+Verzeren sie Wirlicit- distorts the reality of a specific person.
-Extremely apathic.
-Does not like to interact with humans in this form.
Materialized Form -
+Can see demons or paranormal beings.
+Minor healing ability.
+Minor telepathic ability.
+Can be seen/interact with the material plane.
+Stronger and faster than the average human.
-Unable to fly.
-Extremely empathic.
Bastard Form -
+Can see demons or paranormal beings.
+Violently telepathic.
+Can be seen/interact with the material plane.
+Stronger than materialized form.
+Can fly.
-Cannot heal; is hurt severly at transformation.
-Abomination.
-Unfavored form.
{Location}
The only way to access the area is through a very thick forest. The leaves on the trees are more vibrant in color than in the rest of the forest and the grass seems to be freshly trimmed, yet flat on the ground. It would seem as if hundreds of people walking in this area had caused the grass to flatten, but unusually, all the blades are pointing towards the east. By noticing this, you may realize that all of the trees seem to be leaning, top first, that direction as well. There is no true explaination for this, since the land itself is perfectly leveled. If you follow where the trees and grasses are pointing, eventually you will come to a small clearing [14x12ft], where the tilted trees seems to just suddenly stop. The grass proceeds toward its designated direction, abruptly stopping at a cliff. At the edge of this cliff lays Genexis, her legs dangling over the edge, her eyes closed as if sleeping, her expression completely peaceful, humming a strange yet hypnotic hymn[profile music]. The grass around her torso points directly to her, seemingly attracted to her.
