Willow the Whisp
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Willow in her schoolchild outfit | |
| Willow | |
| Player: @Rapunzel | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Controller |
| Security Level: | 15 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Confidential |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Will O' the Wisp |
| Age: | very old |
| Height: | 4' 0" |
| Weight: | 55 lbs |
| Eye Color: | green |
| Hair Color: | varies |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Ever Afterian |
| Occupation: | learning |
| Place of Birth: | The Ever After |
| Base of Operations: | Solace has a base! |
| Marital Status: | single |
| Known Relatives: | in Croatoa |
| Known Powers | |
| gravity/storm control | |
| Known Abilities | |
| control of space/time | |
| Equipment | |
| Confidential | |
| flying is happiness, spread the joy! | |
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Personality
Willow is very inquisitive and comes off as an innocent with moments of wisdom and knowledge that come from a timelessly ancient being. She will often correct herself to try to be "more human", covering her past with words that become more acceptable. She take joy in discovering everything and playing with it, and she is driven to help with childlike compassion. For all her youthful happiness and chatter, she is very old, as time is measured, and quite capable of understanding and discussing complex and mature topics. She will take moments to refocus herself on maintaining her mass, as she has found that without concentration she can slip into becoming a glowing being of energy.
Affiliations
She is a member of Solace and counts Astral Traveler and Fletcher Faraday among her friends. Astral helps her come to grip with her place as a not quite human being and shares her knowledge of time and space. Fletcher gives her a solid friend, even if he may not understand everything she says, they will take care of each other.
Powers
Time/Space Control
Willow has maintained a mystical connection with her old understanding of space time - it ceases to follow normal rules around her and becomes just another plaything. What to most is an immutable continuum, to Willow can be folded to make paper planes, origami cranes, or torn into strips and thrown in the air for a tickertape parade. She can pause people in time or space, pull them to different points, pull objects through space and other tricks.
She doesn't hurt anyone, and in fact truly believes that if the "bad people" were happier, they would be nicer as well. And that flying makes people happy, "like clouds make rain", and sharing flying with people will make them commit fewer crimes. Thus, much of her 'crime fighting technique' involves flinging people into the air.
Weather Control
She was always friends with the weather spirits, wind, rain, and snow come to her call, weather patterns naturally being almost as capricious as her and just as magical.
Flight
Of course she can fly, that's why she's so happy all the time!
Teleportation
Those of you paying attention will realize that she logically should be able to teleport living things through space, as well as herself. She has not yet exhibited this talent, and refuses to have meaningful dialogue about it. (Previous answers include "Schoolchildren don't teleport.", "I'm not sure what you are asking." and "Oh! Look! It's shiny!") In truth, she is uncertain of her ability to focus on that much detailed/important mass and keep her own mass together. A few molecules swapped here or there in a rusty Buick aren't likely to make much of a difference. In a person, however, it is important that all the bits go back together in just the same way as they left.
Background Story
Time goes so slowly when one is eternal. The realms of myth and farie, nearly infinite as they are, only hold so many mysteries for an ambitious and curious spirit. She had flitted and slipped through every interesting scene of the lands of fantasy as we come to know it and was beginning to find herself…well, not bored exactly, there was always some joy to experience… but feeling old. The joys were well known, there was so little that was fresh and new.
And then her familiar, fantastic realms began to be impinged by a different kind of world, a new one. She watched with curiosity as Man began to think and create and change their world, and her world. Man created new thoughts, expanding her territory to even better heights. The barrier grew thin, and thinner and soon there came to be a place where she could float with Man, half in dreams and half in real.
In Croatoa she was formless, a snip of energy only, unable to communicate with the fascinating realms of space and mass. She began to waste away, to dim, so fiercely was she emitting in Croatoa, trying to push herself through and in, to be real, to be more than a glow. Her friends of aeons noticed her failing strength and tried to entice her away with all the old joys, the parties in starlight, the sweetness of moonlight, but met with nothing. Eventually they pulled away from her, distracted by the fickle joys of fae and she was left alone.
One dim and dreary night, the pale glow that marked all that was left of her energy blazed with a last pulse of power, blinked and guttered out. She woke to nothing and everything and a question.
“I WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESIRE, BUT YOU WILL OWE ME WHAT I GRANT YOU.”
“Grant me? How can I pay back? I have nothing left, no joy, no happiness…I spent it all.”
“HAVE YOU SEEN, IN THE WORLD OF REAL, HOW A GREAT TREE GROWS FROM A LITTLE ACORN? I GIVE THE POWER OF creation TO THE ACORN AND THE ACORN makes THE TREE FOR ME. TO GIVE BACK WHAT I HAVE GRANTED. FOCUS NOW, WILLOW, ON WHAT YOU WILL AND ARE.”
Energy filled her again, and over filled her, and she burst into being with an altogether too small pop. She marveled at the feeling of leaves in the wind on her skin, the sound of the impact of her feet on the grass. She laughed and her giggles resounded through the shady woods. She was so rich! So much energy to be made into this much mass!
So much to pay back.
“Wait, you want me to make a tree? How?” Her confusion brought no answer.
"Hello?"
