Candy girl
09-07-07, 07:05 AM
Name: Licora
Age: 20 (looks and acts 8)
Race: Candy/girl
Hair Color: Red and white
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’0
Weight: 100
Personality: Licora is first and foremost a little girl, even moreso than her candy part, which attributes both to her powers and the fact that a piece of candy doesn't have much in the way of character. She has the mannerisms of a girl, picked up from acquaintances rather than family and friend. She's playful, friendly, upbeat, with a bizarre sense of humor. If Licora is not smart, she has a certain insight into things she learned in her past. Not that her past was honey and sunshine, much the opposite, but fortunately for Licora she pretty much forgot about that as all children forget their childhood. She’s lacking in character in some places, failing to understand certain common words, or life lessons even a little girl ought to know. But who can expect a supposed peasant girl to be anything but sub-par? Licora can be lively company, latching onto anyone whether good or evil. Perhaps a bit too clingy. Very clingy. No-matter-what-you-say-or-do clingy, until one of her fickle moods makes her completely forget your face and name. Otherwise, running away helps. A fairly accurate word to describe Licora is odd.
Appearance:
Licora is a fairly pretty child, but most would think “what!?!” if they saw her. She is skinny and has white skin with a few cinnamon freckles. Her hair is a mop of shaggy red hair streaked with white strips exactly like peppermint. It’s pulled tightly back into pigtails, but they’re so bushy they look like pompoms. Beneath bushy bangs her face is heart shaped. She has a wide, bouncy smile, a button nose, and two big eyes with blue pupils as bright and round as marbles. Her makeup is awful: mascara pulling out her eyelashes to superficial proportions, eye shadow pasted thickly from her eyes to her eyebrows. And her lips are caked in red makeup. The blush she wears isn’t blush--it’s two pink oval spots on her dimpled cheeks.
If people might forgive her for her strange tones--perhaps she just was experimenting with her mother’s makeup...--the clothes blow away that chance. She wears a modest tanktop that leaves her shoulders bare. It has a picture of one of those swirly rainbow colored lollipops on the front. Her skirt is green cotton with slices of watermelon printed on it. She wears good shoes however, shoes that bare the end of her toes and reach past her ankles. Her luggage is sadly minimal: a lunchbox. It’s the giant piece of rock candy strapped to her back, rose quartz, that stands out.
History:
Sugar and spice and everything nice. That’s what a girl is, but also what a sweet piece of candy is. Some twisted inventor managed to make two in one--a candy basically squeezed into a girl’s body. Licora had the mentality of a girl, and nothing else. She didn’t know the morals of life. She didn’t know what family was, being special, or even basic vocabulary. Basically she was a blank slate, perfectly impressionable. The inventor had done something he had never expected, for he had been thinking more along the lines of “hot lovin’, chocolate melting woman.” Not a little girl who sometimes gave off a faint smell of chocolate.
It would’ve been nice to say the inventor raised her as a daughter, a very unique one at that, and quite devoted to him. Alas, it wasn’t so. The inventor was how Licora thought of him. In truth, he was an ex-necromancer who, after failing to raise dead, tried changing stuff into living things. His actions weren’t exactly moral. He managed to change a few things into twisted deformities who died within days or even seconds after an agonizing, miserable existence. Licora was the first one to come out not hopelessly screwed up, and in fact quite innocent.
For awhile the inventor was pleasant, mostly out of practicality than love. After all, a little girl who never aged could make the perfect slave. She had no emotions but the ones he instilled in her, usually pieces of souls ripped from various animals. You know, the happiness of a dolphin, the devotion of a dog. Licora learned happiness, a degree of loyalty she gave even if her master showed only neglect, a bit of cleverness, and the inability to lie. Fortunately, he was unable to cull Licora’s insatiable curiosity and extremely childish mannerisms. It’s too bad he didn’t really teach her “morals” or “love.” And he showed her just about as much care as an embittered necromancer would.
Once he had turned Licora into a somewhat presentable girl with a certain unusual charm, and his own vocabulary, the inventor came out of his tower to show his invention far and wide. It did not go as anticipated. Licora was at once branded as an illegitimate child, and since she believed anything anyone told her, Licora thought that was who she was: the bastard of her strange father. When the necromancer denied it hotly, saying she’d been a piece of candy, they not only thought he was a scoundrel, but also a crazy. They drove him out of town.
Bitter and full of rage, the man stormed to the next town and things just went downhill. He had a streak of bad luck, and soon he was driven out of the region not so much for a child as his rather evil personality. Once he spent several years closed up on a small island, with no one to keep Licora company besides the old caretaker and a pack of dogs who were there to guard the tiny keep from the warriors that’d never bother with such a miserable spit of rocks. Licora’s personality only grew more colorful, but there were several problems.
“What is right and wrong, father?” she asked the necromancer.
“I’m not your father. Be silent, girl, and go play with the dogs.”
They returned to the main land and there was where the necromancer finally abandoned Licora. After waiting for weeks in the place he’d told her to stay, Licora had to learn some life lessons about people, none of them pretty. It didn’t help when a traveling menagerie picked up Licora. They were in the same mindset of her “father.” Use her for their own gain...she became one of their workers, barely paid. But once they noticed a few unusual things about her--she sometimes went days without food or drink, and never grew any “womanly” parts, there was a lot of prodding and poking to see if she could do anything more magical than blowing melon-sized bubblegum. The candy girl was cowed, and for a long time she was an attraction for their little freak show.
But as Licora grew up, and became a bit more aware of the fact she might be able to find a better lot in life besides being a grotesque, her defiance and desperation got the best of her. Too bad no one had taught her violence was anything more than practical. She beat all those performers to within an inch of their lives. She didn’t like death... when the dogs had died on that island, it struck her as a sad and lonely thing. She left them, with no idea how to know how to mature.
Licora knew she was unique. She knew she was a cut above average people as far as powers went. But she also wanted to be normal... good things seemed to happen to normal people.
Skills:
Candy or human? – Licora started out as a piece of candy, and when she was turned into a girl, she became a candy with movement, hearing, sight, and a bit of brains. Anything taught to her was done so by her maker. He gave her a bit of vocabulary, enough emotions to be a good slave, and the ability to go without sleep, eating, drinking, or aging a day. She can do those things if she so chooses, except the latter. Licora has learned plenty, but she still has the mentality of a child. People have tried to coax Licora into teenage-hood. All have failed. But Licora goes on... randomly.
Candy powers - It’s not magic. It’s just part of who Licora is. She has always been able to make normal candy do bizarre things. It’s about the only active power she has, but there’s so much candy to go around that she can do all sorts of things with sweets besides eating it. And here they are.
Change into candy! Licora can change any small object into candy just by touching it. And she loves to change everything into candy. A stick? Change to licorice! A marble? Change into bubblegum! A bag of golden coins? Change into a bag of chocolate gold coins! Shoe? Change! Leaf? Change! Chipmunk--oh, she can’t change living things. Or enchanted things for that matter. Licora can change candy back to its original form. But why would she want to do that? (Note: she cannot change the possessions of a PC or the NPCs they control without their permission.)
Sticky gum attack! That bit of gum someone can never get off their shoe is nothing compared to Licora’s ultra-cool sticky gum attack! She throws a piece of gum and on impact it explodes to greater proportions, launching towards the target in a big, gooshy, icky, squishy, super-sticky net of gum. It isn’t hard to break free from dozens of pounds of chewing gum, but it’d be wise to dodge that gumball unless you want to be cleaning your clothes for a day!
Pez dispenser - Remember those tubes where you push the head and a piece of candy drops down? Licora has a really big one of those. When there’s an incoming spell Licora can whip out her Pez dispenser *click* and it’s sucked into it, trapped. She can dispense it at any time she wishes. She can only hold one of ‘em at a time though. And while Licora might be able to suck up that blast of elemental wind aiming to knock her off her feet, there won’t be any helping a lightning bolt coming to blow her to smithereens. In other words, the Pez dispenser works only against weak spells.
Giant Rock Candy - Licora has a huge piece of rock candy. It hits with the force of a giant club, though Licora can hold it as if it were light as a stick. Not that she has much skill with it, besides whacking wildly at people. It’s quite lick-able and tasty, as long as it’s not covered in blood and dirt and that sort of stuff. The big pink chunk won’t break or crumble anytime soon.
Blowing bubbles – Licora can blow really big bubbles with her bubblegum. Really big. Balloon-sized big, and then make them float.
Slingshot – Licora has a slingshot. She’s a fairly good aim, but how much can a slingshot do compared to a bow and arrow or a gun?
Note: The piece of attacking candy won’t change back/explode if someone is eating/ate it. No jellybeans blowing off someone’s head, or chocolate turning to a dagger in someone’s intestines. None of her abilities are particularly harmful for that matter, unless you fail to dodge a chunky, shiny piece of candy to your skull.
Equipment:
Rock candy – Her yard-long rock candy is formed on a stick. The stick “hilt” is about a foot long, the actual rock candy nearly a meter. It’s shaped a bit like a huge club, and hits just as hard. This rock candy won’t chip or shatter unless the attacking person is waaaay stronger. The best way to destroy it is to eat it. Yup, that’s right—start licking.
Lunchbox – Licora has no pack. She just has a cute little lunchbox she carries candy around in.
Candy – Licora has lots of candy in her lunchbox. Just the sort of stuff you’d find in a convenience store.
Pez dispenser – Instead of a dagger, Licora has a big pez dispenser hanging at her waist. This little baby is able to suck up spells, if they’re weak enough. Even those pesky fireballs can somehow get squeezed into it.
Age: 20 (looks and acts 8)
Race: Candy/girl
Hair Color: Red and white
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’0
Weight: 100
Personality: Licora is first and foremost a little girl, even moreso than her candy part, which attributes both to her powers and the fact that a piece of candy doesn't have much in the way of character. She has the mannerisms of a girl, picked up from acquaintances rather than family and friend. She's playful, friendly, upbeat, with a bizarre sense of humor. If Licora is not smart, she has a certain insight into things she learned in her past. Not that her past was honey and sunshine, much the opposite, but fortunately for Licora she pretty much forgot about that as all children forget their childhood. She’s lacking in character in some places, failing to understand certain common words, or life lessons even a little girl ought to know. But who can expect a supposed peasant girl to be anything but sub-par? Licora can be lively company, latching onto anyone whether good or evil. Perhaps a bit too clingy. Very clingy. No-matter-what-you-say-or-do clingy, until one of her fickle moods makes her completely forget your face and name. Otherwise, running away helps. A fairly accurate word to describe Licora is odd.
Appearance:
Licora is a fairly pretty child, but most would think “what!?!” if they saw her. She is skinny and has white skin with a few cinnamon freckles. Her hair is a mop of shaggy red hair streaked with white strips exactly like peppermint. It’s pulled tightly back into pigtails, but they’re so bushy they look like pompoms. Beneath bushy bangs her face is heart shaped. She has a wide, bouncy smile, a button nose, and two big eyes with blue pupils as bright and round as marbles. Her makeup is awful: mascara pulling out her eyelashes to superficial proportions, eye shadow pasted thickly from her eyes to her eyebrows. And her lips are caked in red makeup. The blush she wears isn’t blush--it’s two pink oval spots on her dimpled cheeks.
If people might forgive her for her strange tones--perhaps she just was experimenting with her mother’s makeup...--the clothes blow away that chance. She wears a modest tanktop that leaves her shoulders bare. It has a picture of one of those swirly rainbow colored lollipops on the front. Her skirt is green cotton with slices of watermelon printed on it. She wears good shoes however, shoes that bare the end of her toes and reach past her ankles. Her luggage is sadly minimal: a lunchbox. It’s the giant piece of rock candy strapped to her back, rose quartz, that stands out.
History:
Sugar and spice and everything nice. That’s what a girl is, but also what a sweet piece of candy is. Some twisted inventor managed to make two in one--a candy basically squeezed into a girl’s body. Licora had the mentality of a girl, and nothing else. She didn’t know the morals of life. She didn’t know what family was, being special, or even basic vocabulary. Basically she was a blank slate, perfectly impressionable. The inventor had done something he had never expected, for he had been thinking more along the lines of “hot lovin’, chocolate melting woman.” Not a little girl who sometimes gave off a faint smell of chocolate.
It would’ve been nice to say the inventor raised her as a daughter, a very unique one at that, and quite devoted to him. Alas, it wasn’t so. The inventor was how Licora thought of him. In truth, he was an ex-necromancer who, after failing to raise dead, tried changing stuff into living things. His actions weren’t exactly moral. He managed to change a few things into twisted deformities who died within days or even seconds after an agonizing, miserable existence. Licora was the first one to come out not hopelessly screwed up, and in fact quite innocent.
For awhile the inventor was pleasant, mostly out of practicality than love. After all, a little girl who never aged could make the perfect slave. She had no emotions but the ones he instilled in her, usually pieces of souls ripped from various animals. You know, the happiness of a dolphin, the devotion of a dog. Licora learned happiness, a degree of loyalty she gave even if her master showed only neglect, a bit of cleverness, and the inability to lie. Fortunately, he was unable to cull Licora’s insatiable curiosity and extremely childish mannerisms. It’s too bad he didn’t really teach her “morals” or “love.” And he showed her just about as much care as an embittered necromancer would.
Once he had turned Licora into a somewhat presentable girl with a certain unusual charm, and his own vocabulary, the inventor came out of his tower to show his invention far and wide. It did not go as anticipated. Licora was at once branded as an illegitimate child, and since she believed anything anyone told her, Licora thought that was who she was: the bastard of her strange father. When the necromancer denied it hotly, saying she’d been a piece of candy, they not only thought he was a scoundrel, but also a crazy. They drove him out of town.
Bitter and full of rage, the man stormed to the next town and things just went downhill. He had a streak of bad luck, and soon he was driven out of the region not so much for a child as his rather evil personality. Once he spent several years closed up on a small island, with no one to keep Licora company besides the old caretaker and a pack of dogs who were there to guard the tiny keep from the warriors that’d never bother with such a miserable spit of rocks. Licora’s personality only grew more colorful, but there were several problems.
“What is right and wrong, father?” she asked the necromancer.
“I’m not your father. Be silent, girl, and go play with the dogs.”
They returned to the main land and there was where the necromancer finally abandoned Licora. After waiting for weeks in the place he’d told her to stay, Licora had to learn some life lessons about people, none of them pretty. It didn’t help when a traveling menagerie picked up Licora. They were in the same mindset of her “father.” Use her for their own gain...she became one of their workers, barely paid. But once they noticed a few unusual things about her--she sometimes went days without food or drink, and never grew any “womanly” parts, there was a lot of prodding and poking to see if she could do anything more magical than blowing melon-sized bubblegum. The candy girl was cowed, and for a long time she was an attraction for their little freak show.
But as Licora grew up, and became a bit more aware of the fact she might be able to find a better lot in life besides being a grotesque, her defiance and desperation got the best of her. Too bad no one had taught her violence was anything more than practical. She beat all those performers to within an inch of their lives. She didn’t like death... when the dogs had died on that island, it struck her as a sad and lonely thing. She left them, with no idea how to know how to mature.
Licora knew she was unique. She knew she was a cut above average people as far as powers went. But she also wanted to be normal... good things seemed to happen to normal people.
Skills:
Candy or human? – Licora started out as a piece of candy, and when she was turned into a girl, she became a candy with movement, hearing, sight, and a bit of brains. Anything taught to her was done so by her maker. He gave her a bit of vocabulary, enough emotions to be a good slave, and the ability to go without sleep, eating, drinking, or aging a day. She can do those things if she so chooses, except the latter. Licora has learned plenty, but she still has the mentality of a child. People have tried to coax Licora into teenage-hood. All have failed. But Licora goes on... randomly.
Candy powers - It’s not magic. It’s just part of who Licora is. She has always been able to make normal candy do bizarre things. It’s about the only active power she has, but there’s so much candy to go around that she can do all sorts of things with sweets besides eating it. And here they are.
Change into candy! Licora can change any small object into candy just by touching it. And she loves to change everything into candy. A stick? Change to licorice! A marble? Change into bubblegum! A bag of golden coins? Change into a bag of chocolate gold coins! Shoe? Change! Leaf? Change! Chipmunk--oh, she can’t change living things. Or enchanted things for that matter. Licora can change candy back to its original form. But why would she want to do that? (Note: she cannot change the possessions of a PC or the NPCs they control without their permission.)
Sticky gum attack! That bit of gum someone can never get off their shoe is nothing compared to Licora’s ultra-cool sticky gum attack! She throws a piece of gum and on impact it explodes to greater proportions, launching towards the target in a big, gooshy, icky, squishy, super-sticky net of gum. It isn’t hard to break free from dozens of pounds of chewing gum, but it’d be wise to dodge that gumball unless you want to be cleaning your clothes for a day!
Pez dispenser - Remember those tubes where you push the head and a piece of candy drops down? Licora has a really big one of those. When there’s an incoming spell Licora can whip out her Pez dispenser *click* and it’s sucked into it, trapped. She can dispense it at any time she wishes. She can only hold one of ‘em at a time though. And while Licora might be able to suck up that blast of elemental wind aiming to knock her off her feet, there won’t be any helping a lightning bolt coming to blow her to smithereens. In other words, the Pez dispenser works only against weak spells.
Giant Rock Candy - Licora has a huge piece of rock candy. It hits with the force of a giant club, though Licora can hold it as if it were light as a stick. Not that she has much skill with it, besides whacking wildly at people. It’s quite lick-able and tasty, as long as it’s not covered in blood and dirt and that sort of stuff. The big pink chunk won’t break or crumble anytime soon.
Blowing bubbles – Licora can blow really big bubbles with her bubblegum. Really big. Balloon-sized big, and then make them float.
Slingshot – Licora has a slingshot. She’s a fairly good aim, but how much can a slingshot do compared to a bow and arrow or a gun?
Note: The piece of attacking candy won’t change back/explode if someone is eating/ate it. No jellybeans blowing off someone’s head, or chocolate turning to a dagger in someone’s intestines. None of her abilities are particularly harmful for that matter, unless you fail to dodge a chunky, shiny piece of candy to your skull.
Equipment:
Rock candy – Her yard-long rock candy is formed on a stick. The stick “hilt” is about a foot long, the actual rock candy nearly a meter. It’s shaped a bit like a huge club, and hits just as hard. This rock candy won’t chip or shatter unless the attacking person is waaaay stronger. The best way to destroy it is to eat it. Yup, that’s right—start licking.
Lunchbox – Licora has no pack. She just has a cute little lunchbox she carries candy around in.
Candy – Licora has lots of candy in her lunchbox. Just the sort of stuff you’d find in a convenience store.
Pez dispenser – Instead of a dagger, Licora has a big pez dispenser hanging at her waist. This little baby is able to suck up spells, if they’re weak enough. Even those pesky fireballs can somehow get squeezed into it.