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| − | ==Liz's anima in the Umbra== | + | ==Placeholder only! To be written up tomorrow== |
| − | Within the Umbra of the World of Darkness, an Exalt's anima is their body. The more essence wielded, the more an Exalt takes on aspects of their iconic self. In addition to the usual anima effects this is what happens for [[Elizabeth_'Liz'_Albrechts|Elizabeth]] of the Night Caste:<br>
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| − | '''1-3:''' The brown of Liz's eyes is replaced with raging flames in the colors of her anima.<br>
| + | 1-3: Burning eyes (mostly because I already used that in the IC), 4-7: heat and sparks from surroundings, metallic sheen and raw. materialness for herself, 8-10: red hot metal, smoother, fiery footprints, 11-15: white hot metal, sharp edges, surroundings burn and melt, 16+: full transformation, fire effects are gone, but if she looks at you, it still feels like fire - warming and strengthening, if you're just and good in her eyes, burning and punishing if you're unjust and evil in her eyes |
| − | '''4-7:''' Surrounding objects react as if exposed to great heat and sparks fly. Her figure becomes more bulky and takes on the appearance of roughly hammered iron including a metallic sheen to her skin.<br>
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| − | '''8-10:''' At this level Liz appears as an animated statue of red hot metal, all the roughness gone. Her hair flies wildly as if caught by strong updrafts, her breath is the exhalation of a furnace and her footsteps leave flames and molten stone behind.<br>
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| − | '''11-15:''' Now apparently made of white hot steel her features become narrower and sharply edged, reminiscent of blades. Her surroundings melt and burn.<br>
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| − | '''16+:''' At this point the flames recede and Liz has fully transformed, forged into an ideal. A shining sword upon which the scales of justice hang in the balance floats in the air, a blindfold hanging from its hilt. Her voice thunders like titanic bells and her gaze is a crushing weight and punishing fire on those she deems unjust and evil. Those who are just and good in her eyes experience her regard as a fire that surrounds them without harming them, giving warmth and strength. Anyone who would lie in her presence feels the damning transgression inherent to lying to one of the Lawgivers.
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