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Note: This is just a cursory guesstimate of how Eridan is gonna roll and stuff, things are likely to change once I get a chance to talk to people who know what they're doing;;
Background: As unfortunate is it is to be born a 'freak', at least Eridan had the privilege of being from the upper-crust of troll society. He was raised by his father Dualscar, and for a short time his birth mother Daria though he was mostly too young to remember much of her.
Growing up in the upper caste meant one thing primarily: the balcony views of the ocean were practically standard. Eridan spent a lot of time splashing around in the waves and learning to swim, even after he began school and doing as such cut into his study time.
Moving into highschool meant focusing more on books and learning, and so he was forced to move further into the city to prevent distraction and allow better access to the city's reasonably high quality education system. He visited 'home' a few times, but was mostly so busy with his school work that he didn't have time to swim on these short trips.
Finally, come summer vacation, he returned home for a period with all the free time in the world. The first moment he was able he grabbed a towel and ran down to the beach; only to find it transformed. The sand was littered with trash and mouldering carcasses of sea life; about halfway out of the bay he could see a tell-tale glint of oily pollution in the water.
Striping down to his swim trunks regardless, he waded out to survey the damage.
The first touch of the sea water to his sea dweller gills burned like the time he spilled acid on his hand during a Chemistry prac. The toxicity of the water combined with his lack of exposure to salt water for a year or two made him feel light-headed and sick. Gulping in marginally fresher air did little to alleviate the sensation, so with a grimace he simply dove into the depths.
Under the surface the cold made the water more tolerable, but after a short moment of peering through the cloudy water he realized the situation was even worse than he could have imagined. Swimming further and further out into the bay, he passed larger and larger piles of trash and refuse glide past. They just sat there on the ocean floor, lurking like iceburgs with secrets hidden deep with. Curiously noting that the depth was a bit more shallow than in the past, a short trip to the sea floor had Eridan almost retching; most of the sand he could see between the piles of trash was just an inch or so of light covering over more layers of trash. Thoroughly disgusted and feeling more than just a little ill, Eridan slowly swam back to the shore and spent the following night in a feverish flush.
The rest of the summer break was spent researching pollution and all it's environmental effects, looking up activist groups within the city and trying to find some way to JUST FIX IT.
His return to the school term as a loud-mouthed, opinionated activist won him no support and more enemies than friends. It was around this time that he was approached by Mutibey and being more concerned about support than the cause's success at the time, he foolishly made his wish...
Wish: "I wwish people were more inclined to like me despite me being... wwell, me."
This was made on two levels: The surface level is simply asking for more friends, more people to talk to and rely on. But the hidden agenda of his words is so that people might listen to him more, and perhaps help out with one of his greatest concerns, being the pollution of the nearby bay.
Powers: Purification
Primarily for use on the environment, but can also be used in regards to NEGATIVE FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS. Also has minor healing capacity, mostly just ensuring the wound wont be infected or scar permanently.
Can be used by touch but usually channelled by a thin, white wand, about the length of his forearm and kept hidden as much as realistically possible. Prefers to insist it's "science not magic" despite identifying with the title 'Puer Magi'.
A consist stream of this purification may destroy low level witches or their minions, but considering it drains his soul gem of THAT GORGEOUS ROYAL PURPLE and it generally negates the drop of a grief seed, his regular weapon is more useful.
Weapon: Aheb's Crosshairs
Giant ass gun that looks like it should shoot harpoons but instead releases the most glorious white lightning-looking attack you've ever witnessed. The kickback is a bitch, but since Eridan is "so awesome at this shooting thing" he's generally able to stand his ground; he finds toppling forward once firing ceases to be more of an issue.
Can't handle more than 5 minutes of continuous firing, and has a 2 minute cool down period if this is reached.
Can be rigged to fit "the science wand" in the supposed harpoon slot to amplify the range and power of the Purification attack, but is generally not used for the same reason the gun is the primary weapon (draining and minimal seed drops)
Background: As unfortunate is it is to be born a 'freak', at least Eridan had the privilege of being from the upper-crust of troll society. He was raised by his father Dualscar, and for a short time his birth mother Daria though he was mostly too young to remember much of her.
Growing up in the upper caste meant one thing primarily: the balcony views of the ocean were practically standard. Eridan spent a lot of time splashing around in the waves and learning to swim, even after he began school and doing as such cut into his study time.
Moving into highschool meant focusing more on books and learning, and so he was forced to move further into the city to prevent distraction and allow better access to the city's reasonably high quality education system. He visited 'home' a few times, but was mostly so busy with his school work that he didn't have time to swim on these short trips.
Finally, come summer vacation, he returned home for a period with all the free time in the world. The first moment he was able he grabbed a towel and ran down to the beach; only to find it transformed. The sand was littered with trash and mouldering carcasses of sea life; about halfway out of the bay he could see a tell-tale glint of oily pollution in the water.
Striping down to his swim trunks regardless, he waded out to survey the damage.
The first touch of the sea water to his sea dweller gills burned like the time he spilled acid on his hand during a Chemistry prac. The toxicity of the water combined with his lack of exposure to salt water for a year or two made him feel light-headed and sick. Gulping in marginally fresher air did little to alleviate the sensation, so with a grimace he simply dove into the depths.
Under the surface the cold made the water more tolerable, but after a short moment of peering through the cloudy water he realized the situation was even worse than he could have imagined. Swimming further and further out into the bay, he passed larger and larger piles of trash and refuse glide past. They just sat there on the ocean floor, lurking like iceburgs with secrets hidden deep with. Curiously noting that the depth was a bit more shallow than in the past, a short trip to the sea floor had Eridan almost retching; most of the sand he could see between the piles of trash was just an inch or so of light covering over more layers of trash. Thoroughly disgusted and feeling more than just a little ill, Eridan slowly swam back to the shore and spent the following night in a feverish flush.
The rest of the summer break was spent researching pollution and all it's environmental effects, looking up activist groups within the city and trying to find some way to JUST FIX IT.
His return to the school term as a loud-mouthed, opinionated activist won him no support and more enemies than friends. It was around this time that he was approached by Mutibey and being more concerned about support than the cause's success at the time, he foolishly made his wish...
Wish: "I wwish people were more inclined to like me despite me being... wwell, me."
This was made on two levels: The surface level is simply asking for more friends, more people to talk to and rely on. But the hidden agenda of his words is so that people might listen to him more, and perhaps help out with one of his greatest concerns, being the pollution of the nearby bay.
Powers: Purification
Primarily for use on the environment, but can also be used in regards to NEGATIVE FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS. Also has minor healing capacity, mostly just ensuring the wound wont be infected or scar permanently.
Can be used by touch but usually channelled by a thin, white wand, about the length of his forearm and kept hidden as much as realistically possible. Prefers to insist it's "science not magic" despite identifying with the title 'Puer Magi'.
A consist stream of this purification may destroy low level witches or their minions, but considering it drains his soul gem of THAT GORGEOUS ROYAL PURPLE and it generally negates the drop of a grief seed, his regular weapon is more useful.
Weapon: Aheb's Crosshairs
Giant ass gun that looks like it should shoot harpoons but instead releases the most glorious white lightning-looking attack you've ever witnessed. The kickback is a bitch, but since Eridan is "so awesome at this shooting thing" he's generally able to stand his ground; he finds toppling forward once firing ceases to be more of an issue.
Can't handle more than 5 minutes of continuous firing, and has a 2 minute cool down period if this is reached.
Can be rigged to fit "the science wand" in the supposed harpoon slot to amplify the range and power of the Purification attack, but is generally not used for the same reason the gun is the primary weapon (draining and minimal seed drops)
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