09-16-2015, 11:52 PM
Stats (although they're in the post too) :
Erebor
Hybrid (muscular warmblood style build)
6
16 hh
Heat manipulation
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#ffffff', endColorstr='#00ffffff',GradientType=0 );}.erebor1_message{text-align:justify;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding:10px 20px;color:#3C3A3B;}.erebor1_quote{text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform: uppercase;color:#801213;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing: 2px;}.erebor1_quote p{line-height:15px;}.erebor1_name{position:relative;top:8px;font:32px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fff;text-shadow:0 0 4px #801213;letter-spacing:2px;}.erebor1_title{position: elative;top:8px;text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform:uppercase;color:#801213;}.erebor1_italic{text-transform:none;font-style:italic;}</style><center><div class="erebor1_border"><div class="erebor1_container"><div class="erebor1_quote"><p>some are lost in the fire</p><p>some are built from it</p></div><div class="erebor1_message">The day is bright and clear. It is early yet, but the heat is already climbing – not that it matters to Erebor. Environmental control is of the nicer side effects of heat manipulation, really. On a pleasant day like this, the environment will fade into the background: there will be no sun to blind the participants, no oppressive temperatures (save what Erebor might generate), nothing but the two of them on a plain field of contest.
He finds the challenge grounds easily enough. This is his first true fight, but he's had many a skirmish, many a practice with his father and with others. He's drilled for years waiting for this day, practicing both his physical skill and his ability to use heat manipulation to his advantage. His is a wide ranging power, a kinetic control over atoms that allows him to bring heat up or down in any material he wishes, in any way he wishes, at any time he wishes. It's very handy.
He finds his opponent and offers the stallion a nod. <b>"Acceptable."</b> With a word, he agrees to the terms. <b>"Let us use our gifts."</b> He is somewhat disappointed that this is only a friendly match. Traits may be allowed, but he will have to keep his in check: Fennick is of the Valley, and the Valley is allied with his home, the Chamber. He is not at all sentimental, but his devotion to the Chamber means that cannot kill Fennick and risk breaking the alliance. And that will limit his options.
He considers Fennick, circling as he sizes up the stallion. He seems to be around Erebor's own age, and the both of them are in the prime of their fighting lives. They are roughly the same height, and of a similar build: powerful and muscular, more warmblood than lean Thoroughbred. A well matched pair – they're even both black, although Erebor breaks the symmetry with the strange dark blue and dark green of his mane and tail, and the red tattoo-like marking on his left foreleg.
As he circles, planning his attack, the Chamber prince superheats the layer of air directly above his skin, forming a kind of hot-air armor an inch or so thick around all points of his own body. This is no attack; instead, it's a trap, one that will burn Fennick quite badly should the other stallion choose to attempt a direct physical assault. But Erebor himself has no intention of touching Fennick during this round, and so considers the heat armor nothing more than a pre-emptive counter to any physical attack the other stallion might try. Defense in place, it is time for the attack proper, and Erebor continues circling as he makes his move.
His choice is a simple one: he reaches out with his mind to superheat the air that Fennick breathes and keep it superheated as it travels down the stallion's windpipe and into his lungs. And the word superheat is literal – Erebor makes the heat extreme enough to easily boil the water in any wet tissues that it touches.
He had discovered this particular method while experimenting on a certain poor, dying raccoon. He had been trying at first to boil blood, but had discovered that doing so took an extreme amount of heat and had uniformly lethal results (he wouldn't know this, but blood boils at an extremely high temperature due to the natural pressure it exists at within the body. Boiling blood itself can't kill you, because you'd be long dead from sheer heat damage before the boiling ever got started).
When Erebor had tried superheating the air a creature was breathing instead of the blood in their body, the results had been promising. Typically, animals who were exposed to superheated air and had it quite literally forced down their throats were uniformly in incredible pain and could die eventually, but were not absolutely marked for death – provided that he pulled it back soon enough.
The boy is well aware of the exterior impacts of his attack. He's done it enough times to know the pain that Fennick could be suffering. But Erebor cannot know the great deal of hidden internal damage that can be caused by his superheating of the air within the respiratory system. As water within all exposed tissues boils away, the cells in those tissues cannot function: protein synthesis, energy production, and everything else grinds to a halt, swiftly killing the cell. Alveoli, the cells in the lungs responsible for the actual transfer of oxygen into the bloodstream during the breathing process, are no exception to this rule. If Erebor is completely successful, every bit of water in Fennick's lungs will boil, and the stallion will quickly become unable to breathe.
For a normal horse, there is virtually no way to avoid this (really pretty gruesome) attack. But luckily for Fennick, he's not just a normal horse, and his capacity for cellular replication will likely be his salvation.
Out of habit more than necessity, Erebor is still circling just as he had been before making his attack, just in case Fennick has decided to try any kind of physical attack or other shenanigans. On the move, alert, heat armor still firmly in place, he's ready for the next round.
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Erebor
Hybrid (muscular warmblood style build)
6
16 hh
Heat manipulation
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#ffffff', endColorstr='#00ffffff',GradientType=0 );}.erebor1_message{text-align:justify;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding:10px 20px;color:#3C3A3B;}.erebor1_quote{text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform: uppercase;color:#801213;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing: 2px;}.erebor1_quote p{line-height:15px;}.erebor1_name{position:relative;top:8px;font:32px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fff;text-shadow:0 0 4px #801213;letter-spacing:2px;}.erebor1_title{position: elative;top:8px;text-align:center;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;text-transform:uppercase;color:#801213;}.erebor1_italic{text-transform:none;font-style:italic;}</style><center><div class="erebor1_border"><div class="erebor1_container"><div class="erebor1_quote"><p>some are lost in the fire</p><p>some are built from it</p></div><div class="erebor1_message">The day is bright and clear. It is early yet, but the heat is already climbing – not that it matters to Erebor. Environmental control is of the nicer side effects of heat manipulation, really. On a pleasant day like this, the environment will fade into the background: there will be no sun to blind the participants, no oppressive temperatures (save what Erebor might generate), nothing but the two of them on a plain field of contest. He finds the challenge grounds easily enough. This is his first true fight, but he's had many a skirmish, many a practice with his father and with others. He's drilled for years waiting for this day, practicing both his physical skill and his ability to use heat manipulation to his advantage. His is a wide ranging power, a kinetic control over atoms that allows him to bring heat up or down in any material he wishes, in any way he wishes, at any time he wishes. It's very handy.
He finds his opponent and offers the stallion a nod. <b>"Acceptable."</b> With a word, he agrees to the terms. <b>"Let us use our gifts."</b> He is somewhat disappointed that this is only a friendly match. Traits may be allowed, but he will have to keep his in check: Fennick is of the Valley, and the Valley is allied with his home, the Chamber. He is not at all sentimental, but his devotion to the Chamber means that cannot kill Fennick and risk breaking the alliance. And that will limit his options.
He considers Fennick, circling as he sizes up the stallion. He seems to be around Erebor's own age, and the both of them are in the prime of their fighting lives. They are roughly the same height, and of a similar build: powerful and muscular, more warmblood than lean Thoroughbred. A well matched pair – they're even both black, although Erebor breaks the symmetry with the strange dark blue and dark green of his mane and tail, and the red tattoo-like marking on his left foreleg.
As he circles, planning his attack, the Chamber prince superheats the layer of air directly above his skin, forming a kind of hot-air armor an inch or so thick around all points of his own body. This is no attack; instead, it's a trap, one that will burn Fennick quite badly should the other stallion choose to attempt a direct physical assault. But Erebor himself has no intention of touching Fennick during this round, and so considers the heat armor nothing more than a pre-emptive counter to any physical attack the other stallion might try. Defense in place, it is time for the attack proper, and Erebor continues circling as he makes his move.
His choice is a simple one: he reaches out with his mind to superheat the air that Fennick breathes and keep it superheated as it travels down the stallion's windpipe and into his lungs. And the word superheat is literal – Erebor makes the heat extreme enough to easily boil the water in any wet tissues that it touches.
He had discovered this particular method while experimenting on a certain poor, dying raccoon. He had been trying at first to boil blood, but had discovered that doing so took an extreme amount of heat and had uniformly lethal results (he wouldn't know this, but blood boils at an extremely high temperature due to the natural pressure it exists at within the body. Boiling blood itself can't kill you, because you'd be long dead from sheer heat damage before the boiling ever got started).
When Erebor had tried superheating the air a creature was breathing instead of the blood in their body, the results had been promising. Typically, animals who were exposed to superheated air and had it quite literally forced down their throats were uniformly in incredible pain and could die eventually, but were not absolutely marked for death – provided that he pulled it back soon enough.
The boy is well aware of the exterior impacts of his attack. He's done it enough times to know the pain that Fennick could be suffering. But Erebor cannot know the great deal of hidden internal damage that can be caused by his superheating of the air within the respiratory system. As water within all exposed tissues boils away, the cells in those tissues cannot function: protein synthesis, energy production, and everything else grinds to a halt, swiftly killing the cell. Alveoli, the cells in the lungs responsible for the actual transfer of oxygen into the bloodstream during the breathing process, are no exception to this rule. If Erebor is completely successful, every bit of water in Fennick's lungs will boil, and the stallion will quickly become unable to breathe.
For a normal horse, there is virtually no way to avoid this (really pretty gruesome) attack. But luckily for Fennick, he's not just a normal horse, and his capacity for cellular replication will likely be his salvation.
Out of habit more than necessity, Erebor is still circling just as he had been before making his attack, just in case Fennick has decided to try any kind of physical attack or other shenanigans. On the move, alert, heat armor still firmly in place, he's ready for the next round.
<p class="erebor1_name">erebor</p><p class="erebor1_title">heat manipulating lord of the chamber</p><p class="erebor1_title erebor1_italic">warship x straia</p></div><div class="erebor1_gradient"></div><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/erebor1_zpslbiy3h7a.jpg"></div></div></center>