Rules

+18 only & Triggers:
This blog (just like all of mine) is +18 to interact with, to follow due to me being +21 and the tons of heavy themes (such as murder, graphic injuries, torture) portrayed. I will not write romantic ships with underage muses, pedophilia, incest, noncon, sexual assault in detail. I don’t require any subject tagged, I will always read everyone’s rules and will tag everyone’s listed triggers because I’m not an ass.Following, selectivity:
As stated above, I will only follow blogs whose muns are +18 for my own comfort and I don’t want anyone underage following me either, it’s not me keeping you from the ‘fun’, trust me years flow by and I’m not going anywhere. I’m selective and prefer to be mutuals with my writing partners/friends even if it’s one of my sideblogs. I’m not strictly mutuals only, anyone can send in asks or message me.
I don’t mind personal blogs following me if they are +18. Please do not reblog threads, aesthetics which aren’t made by me. However, I’m perfectly okay with my stories, moodboards, headcanons being liked/rebloggedFaceclaims:
Cindy has both an animated (Katarina) and irl (Lzzy Hale) faceclaim, I will use whichever accommodates to your muse(s)' faceclaim.Fandomless fun:
Unfortunately the ROTG roleplay community had somewhat died/barely around, and Cindy is mostly fandomless. If I follow you, I probably have a verse for your fandom. I'm also more than willing to jump into even fandoms that are foreign to me if I'm interested; I also encourage you to ramble about your character & fandom! I love learning! If animated faceclaims are a problem, her irl one is Lzzy Hale, I can switch no problem.Basic stuff:
The same thing you probably read 2693 times on every blog: don’t push me for replies (polite reminders are fine) don’t be a dick ooc, don’t control my characters’ actions, instead let’s plot fight scenes out. However it is alright to assume certain little actions to keep the story going, I'm not a hardass when it comes to this and if you're uncertain feel free to ask.
Pls reblog memes from the source if you don't send one in.
Muse ≠ mun. I am also open to writing 'problematic relationships' which does not mean I support it the slightest. Every ship is in its own separate universe, unless discussed otherwise.
I have Discord too, if we are mutuals feel free to ask for it.Personal preferences:
If you don’t wish to interact with me, hardblock instead of softblock because Tumblr is buggy and I might think you unfollowed me by accident and refollow. So to prevent that happening, hardblock please.
I will also not interact if you are racist, TERF, sexist, homophobic, anti-sex work; portray pedophilia/rape/sexual abuse in a positive light, just for the fun/shock factor.Interactions, shipping:
I usually tend to follow first, meaning I absolutely would love to write with you. I like plotting either on Tumblr or on Discord, whichever is more comfortable for you. You can send in as many memes as you want, there is no limit; don't feel bad for throwing them at me! I also turn most memes into threads, unless you state in your rules you don't like that. I'm likely to tag you in random starters when inspiration hits me, feel free to do the same. Both plotted and improvised storylines are fine by me! Unplotted, random asks/thoughts: my special way of showing love, if the chemistry between our muses are sizzling I send nonsense, crack, angst to test their relationship further.
I am absolutely down to plot established relationships, definitely not limited to romantic ones I LOVE ships, if there's mutual sizzle I will ship them 100%. This means I will send you stuff which makes me think of them, development, ship name, headcanon rains. But I will be quite shy telling you I wanna ship our muses, only carefully dropping hints. I am down to write toxic/abusive/manipulative/ twisted relationships. This definitely doesn't mean I support/excuse them in any way. Since I am +21, along with Cindy, NSFW/smut/kinky times/suggestive situations are more than accepted. I am NOT ship exclusive. I'm not just looking for romantic ships: rivals with or without benefits, friends, friends of circumstance, found family, enemies, frenemies, 'colleagues'; any type of relationship/dynamic is welcomed to plot!!Mobile bound:
I'm on mobile 99% of the time, only visiting desktop site when I can't find, but want to read someone else's rules. I have very severe dyscalculia (even basic elementary school maths causes problems), therefore I cannot cut posts traditionally, BUT I found a way to do so. With the app update I can put read more for NSFW. My icons are also somewhat uneven sized, I use free editable docs, themes, templates and dividers as an effort to make things look nice.
I also know little to nothing about different editors, beta this legacy that, I really don't care what kind of editor do you use and I don't know what editor I'm using. Yes, I'm a dumbass.About me
Thanks for making this far, I swear I’m not as harsh as these rules might paint me to be. I’m Jasmine, +21, she/her. Besides writing, I also love painting, playing Wild Rift and dancing. I have a demanding job + too many blogs, so I cannot be online 0-24. I have anxiety, epilepsy, depression & probably ADHD and a few other nice conditions but I’m doing my best to not let those have a too serious impact on me. At first I’m shy, but in a few messages I will warm up and send plot ideas, memes, inside jokes about our threads, etc. I am an impulsive writer, meaning I don’t respond to threads timewise but whichever story causes me the most hype, because I don’t want to force a reply out of myself which feels forced/lacking that special spice. If you’re interested writing with me, feel free to hop in my messages💖

• Rules
• Dossier & Lore
• The Phoenix Force
• Abilities
• Verses
• Connections

About

Full name: Szintia Véghváry Cindy Flame
Alias: the Phoenix, Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom, Guardian Protector of Innocence
Date of Birth: 1st November, 1965
Date of Death: 21st June, 1989 (age 24)
Overall age: 58 / 13.8 billion years
Gender: Female presenting eldritch entity
Orientation: Panromantic pansexual
Species: Former spirit, now personification of the Eternal Fire
Zodiac: Scorpio
Occupation: Protector of innocents, cage fighter, part time singer
Nationality: Hungarian
Residence: Old castle in the forests of Northern Italy, castle in the depths of Sahara Desert
Pet(s): Fire leopard crafted from her very core (the kitty is essentially a star) named Astra
Family:
Viola Véghváry: mother, killed by her father
Géza Véghváry: father, killed by Cindy
@phoenixduelist / @lightningdamned: Rozália Klára Véghváry/Raia, duelist turned pirate captain, fought her way to become the rightful Queen of Hungary; first known ascendant
@infernal-general: Rozália Bianka Véghváry, Vatican assassin turned army general; ascendant
@deathshadowed: Karma, headhunter gunslinger; ascendantFaceclaim: Katarina from League of Legends, Jean Grey Dark Phoenix from Marvel
Irl faceclaim: Lzzy Hale of Halestorm
Eyes: Piercing, slightly upturned jade green with a golden ring / fiery orange irises with midnight black sclera / golden molten fire with shifting galaxies
Hair: Untamed, wavy wild golden brown hair shifting into ruby red from upper back, cascading down to her hips; often worn in a high ponytail
Usual makeup: Vinyl winged eye sharper than a dagger; black smoke or bright red eyeshadow with occasional sparkly golden; all shades and finishes of red lipsticks. Her 2 favorites are the retro red and the vivid orange based red. Most used eyeshadow palette is named Hot Flame and Phoenix
Height & Weight: 5'9 / 132-143 lbs (175 cm / 60-65 kg)
Build: Toned, muscular, six pack abs chiseled to perfection, carved V dip, strong thighs, sculpted back, wide shoulders narrow waist
Scars: Burn scars on her right side covered by tattoo, scar above and below her left eye
Tattoos: Tribal tattoo concealing the burn scar, curving from her right thigh to her right shoulder, tiny outline of fire under her left hipbone
Voice: Gritty mezzo, interesting to listen to
Dominant hand: RightAlignment: Chaotic neutral
MBTI: ENFJ-A / The Protagonist (Assertive)
Spoken languages: Hungarian, English, Spanish, bits of Russian
Education: Died after highschool graduation, self taught
Mental illnesses: RTS (rape trauma syndrome), PTSD, developed substance abuse (opioids) due to chronic physical pain, mild ADHDPERSONALITY
Sassy, snappy, confident and borderline arrogant; Cindy has proved that she is incapable of making a good first impression. A daredevil, a perfectionist to the core and hiding most of her potential behind a knowing half smirk. She is also a workaholic, always on the run, never a dull moment around her. Cindy prefers to be straightforward, she is headstrong, stubborn and likes to solve problems with a clean uppercut. But that's only the outer layer, shielding the traumatized artist underneath.

Lore

Careful, you're threading on the shards of my dreams
A whole childhood of never ending traumas. A father turned vicious after his wife didn't give birth to a boy despite the almost sure beliefs of his. Instead, the large baby turned out to be a perfectly healthy, well developed girl, but that did little to quench his disappointment. So the proud Colonel of the Honvédség decided to raise his daughter according to his standards, ignoring his pleading wife. Cindy started gymnastics, martial arts early, she tried her best to earn praise from her dad made of stone, but it never came. Her childhood wonders were robbed, she didn't grow up on fairy tales and recklessly playing on playgrounds. At the age of 11 she was taken to horse riding lessons, but a large crow spooked the horse, which in result threw the inexperienced rider off its back and stomped on her spine as it trotted away in fright. Cindy has witnessed her father abuse her beloved mom also 'earned' a few slaps herself, but this was the first time when fear completely soaked her very being. She couldn't feel her legs.
It took an emergency trip to the hospital where Viola's relative operated as a surgeon to have a chance of making some kind of recovery. So Cindy spent her days lying down and then sitting in an old, creaking wheelchair with the tides of panic rising every day. After overhearing an argument of how even more useless she is like this, fire licked up her spine. It had taken her two years, but the young girl's willpower was extraordinary and bottomless, proving every surgeon wrong by making a full recovery. Not only she could walk, run but also started gaining back her flexibility and previous strength. Doctors warned that she should never in her life touch sports on a competitive level; only for that to fly over Géza's head and resume the previous brutal pace.
Cindy eventually outperformed every teacher, averagely earning one black belt per year while dealing and trying to ignore the constant chronic pain, turning towards painkillers. When no one could offer her more, Géza took her deeper into the Soviet Union at the whispers of an extraordinary fighter of the Russian mafia: Yuri Boyka (Undisputed franchise). She could hold her own for a surprising amount of time, her talent combined training shining brightly along with her determination which eventually led the criminal to take on her as a pupil. Cindy's most advanced moves, acrobatic kicks were taught by him, the convicted Russian mentor slowly becoming more of a father figure than her own.The darkness is the thickest before sunrise
Despite being behind two years in school due to the accident, it didn't hinder her studies too much. While her social life was...questionable at best, Cindy found herself making friends with the rebels and daredevils who enjoyed her acrobatic tricks and voice. Throughout those two years, her only company was the radio and the young girl soaked up everything rock n roll & labeled controversial and began practicing herself, discovering how much of a vocal powerhouse she actually is. To protect the precious treasure, Cindy refused to give in to the 'cool things' like smoking, drinking or drugs.
The domestic violence and abuse had lessened in the household, her father no longer daring to raise a hand at her after seeing her progress and knowing her rage mixed skill could potentially take him out in one blow. However, he absolutely refused to acknowledge Cindy's newfound passion, which led her sneaking out to sing at nights, her viciousness gaining new heights after Guns N Roses' debut album Appetite for Destruction in 1987.
Then she graduated from highschool and Géza informed that she was already accepted to enroll at Honvédség as she always meant to be. After a screaming fest which ended with her father lodging the largest kitchen knife in the bathroom door after her, Cindy swiftly climbed out of the window and headed towards the bar she mostly sang at.Except sunrise never came.
❗TW warning for sexual assault, death in this section❗
Cindy sang her heart out; free at last in the embrace of her own talent. Haunting ballads in a crystal clear voice with magnificent belts, war cries with the sheer power of her gritty howls, songs where she effortlessly played with her voice, octave jumps, holding out notes until the crowd was screaming in absolute disbelief. Her little concert liberated her soul like nothing ever before; she practiced for this, she fought for this and lived for this: to bask in the lights and never ending applause. She committed the fatal mistake of accepting a few drinks from sparkly eyed teens. She wasn't used to alcohol and eventually it was time to return to her home, still glowing with bliss. The four figures who exited the bar after her slipped past her radar, her instincts, reflexes dulled by alcohol, physical and mental exhaustion.
It was too late, while she probably would've had a chance if she was sober, the struggle against her own father's friends from the military like this was useless. Cindy still bit, growled, clawed like a feral cat, made the dragging to the warehouse a task even with a swimming head and heart threatening to burst through her ribcage. Due to years of living in pain she developed a high tolerance, the blessing of unconsciousness throughout the horrendous acts never arrived.
The evidence needed to swept under the rug to not tarnish their reputation, but they all knew she will never stay quiet. The smell of gasoline threatened to suffocate her as she tried to gasp in pain as the liquid touched wounded flesh. The promise was they would let her go if she begged. Cindy stared wordlessly with all remaining fury and vengeance the flickering match reflecting in her eyes until it was dropped at her with a cackle.Rise from the ashes
Her first breath was a howl of white hot blazing rage and agony. Awakened surrounded by ashes of a burnt down building and a crimson bladed sword gleaming near her side. Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom was the ethereal whisper, seemingly coming from the full moon. Her revenge was immediate, brutal, torturing and executing her rapists one by one, even in front of his family. The leader however was kept alive, now locked in a mental asylum due to his intense 'psychosis'.
Not everyone could see her, Cindy realized; only the criminal and the victim. The red bladed sword was akin to a fortune teller's crystal ball: she was able to see the criminal act in present time, with a ghostly crimson thread as her lead to the location. She worked tirelessly, murderers, traffickers, abusers, rapists; no one was safe from her unquenchable fury. The road she took was lonely, forcing her to relive her own traumas with every kill, but saving an another from such fate made it worth it.
One day, approximately a year after her death, her sword showed someone that struck the deepest chord of fear within. Her mom running from her gun wielding father. After Cindy's death, the grieving Viola finally divorced from her abusive husband -who indirectly was the cause of her daughter's death-, but Géza wasn't intending to let her move on. Cindy ran as fast as she could; mother and daughter locked eyes one last time before the deafening gunshot. Her world collapsed into her arms, beautiful and serene even in death, dying with the knowledge that her daughter is alive in some form. She felt explosive power shifting within her, as her father opened his mouth after the shock; Cindy lunged with a bestial cry, enveloping both of them in fire. She clawed, burned with never ending screams, not even when the monster tormenting her and her mom was torn apart by her arms. But it didn't change the fact: She failed.
The knowledge that she can manipulate fire was strangely comforting. With no one left, Cindy was set on a journey to master her powers, to gain and use information about the world she now existed in and the beings she shared it with. Years spent silently observing, learning, perfecting her abilities while keeping her physical ones. In the world of magic, a steel booted kick in the face wasn't a common tactic.
Cindy only stepped into the spotlight when she was fully confident in herself and her possible opponents, set out to make her name known. She was met with underestimation: she was young in a world where the average age was a few centuries; yet she proved them wrong, she was one with her given power, her control, precision and prediction outstanding.A new dawn
Years flew by and Cindy Flame established her presence, burying her traumas and trying to cling onto her humanity, her interests before her death. She's occupied a forgotten castle in the forests of Northern Italy to study her powers undisturbed surrounded by beautiful scenery and warm climate, built one by herself in the depths of the Sahara Desert when she wished for even more peace. She was a well known member of the Villain Clan, a bar for dark spirits ans demons, her fighting talents didn't go unnoticed and the first Demon Championship in her life was approaching. The martial arts contest was held in every 10th year where magic was forbidden, only physical skill and one offensive or defensive item was allowed. Her job was demanding, almost never had the chance to practice the Artistic Freedom part of her title where she gave hope, inspiration to artists losing their faith. Even though, not many sight could rival to a dying soul's resurrection.
A new, cosmic threat was approaching Earth, Its presence felt before arriving. The elders have heard tales, myths of the Devourer, Serin'th, deceptively soft on the tongue for the Creator of Fearlings, the greatest enemy of the Phoenix roaming the Universe. And It was coming closer and closer. Most of the Spirit World had withdrawn into their hideout, hoping the Phoenix will arrive before Serin'th tore apart Earth, except Cindy. She refused to run, not anymore, not when it was a suicide mission. She faced Serin'th alone, a single, young spirit against an entity holding unspeakable power as last line of defense. The duel lasted surprisingly long despite the power imbalance, the wave of fearlings tearing down her mental gates to bring all of her traumas to the surface for her to be consumed by them. Instead Cindy felt the magma beneath her feet, force singing through her very core and with her last effort to save the innocent lives on Earth, she lashed out with everything she possessed. The impact was strong enough to force the advancing creatures back to their master, the half barrier around Earth durable enough to protect it for a few minutes.
She collapsed; she had given her utmost to the last spark, blood flowing from her mouth along with the throbbing gash of (thankfully intact) left eye. Well, she will die twice; isn't that an achievement? Her bitter thoughts came to a halt as the battlefield was engulfed by the brightest light she had ever witnessed: the Phoenix has arrived. It's appearance and the now strengthened barrier was enough to make Serin'th retreat. Instead of chasing the arch enemy, the ancient creature descended to the dying spirit, Cindy stood for what’s right with unfaltering courage: protecting the planet and the innocents from the evil incarnate, even if it meant her sacrifice.
It spoke to her in a language she felt instead of understood and the answer was given without hesitation, with the last flame burning in her ruined body. She extended her hand towards the Eternal Fire.Burning brighter than the Sun
For a few years Cindy felt the foreign entity coursing through her veins, then it stopped. It became her, she became The Fire. She was much more than a spirit, also meaning she was free from the Moon's influence and people's beliefs. Her existence forever tied to the stars, she belonged into the Universe now and she has never felt more free. The golden brown of her hair bled into crimson red at upper back, the scar above and below her left eye never healed but she didn't mind nor bother to hide it. It wasn't a sign of defeat, it was a testament of a great battle fought which has changed her for eternity.
Cindy resumed her afterlife where she left off, winning the Demon Championship third times in a row (2000, 2010 & 2020), continuing her pursuit of criminals and diving into the study of her powers and her limits. Serin'th will return one day and this time she will be ready.

• Rules
• Dossier & Lore
• The Phoenix Force
• Abilities
• Verses
• Connections

The Phoenix Force

The force, the Eternal Fire, the purest form of energy bursting free when the Universe was created. For billions of years It roamed free, in shape of a Phoenix, creating, destroying, reshaping; every heat, fire, energy came from and tied to the Phoenix. The Force has created stars, supernovas, giants, suns, it brought life and warmth in the darkness; every heat, star, fire and energy came, born from and tied to It. As long as one star remains burning, the Phoenix will live, weakened but not dead. Since It brought both life and death, It has two sides, Light and Dark, the polar opposites coexist in a fusion, they couldn't be separated or dominated by the other when not residing in a host.
Phoenix Force, as in other words the Eternal Fire has a dark side which destroys without care, but the two extremes exist in a fusion so the light has influence on the death it is planned to bring. The Fire destroys cooled suns, dead galaxies and new ones are born from the inferno.
Destruction is also used when the Phoenix senses that civilizations evolved from the warmth of her suns seek harm and conquest of the Cosmos, resulting in mass death of those who didn’t deserve it. Then, It will bathe the planet in molten fire and after a few million years, a new life will bloom on it.Serin'th.
An infant with pure black eyes born from the first black hole swallowing a supergiant star, the death of the first star after the Universe's birth. He was found and looked after by powerful mages of advanced civilizations, but no matter how they tried to influence him, his powers, his aura darkened each day, pure evil seemed to radiate out of his very core. In his teen years he experimented with the primal emotion: fear; creating the inky, soulless monsters, the fearlings. Serin'th was banished from that galaxy when he brutally slaughtered seven people to test the potential of his creations. Not long after, he returned, letting the fearlings loose, devouring the planets, consuming every living being. The thirst was awakened and since then, he's roaming the Universe in search of prey. He has a sort of humanlike appearance, though he can change any part of his, expect his void eyes. When he's fully ready to shred a planet, he morphs into his true form, tall enough that the planet fits into his clawed handsThe Fire's response
Serin'th was the embodiment of evil, all of that intense power was contained in himself, part of it in his creations. The Force hasn’t been looking for hosts to vield Its power, because there was no need for it until Serin'th became the embodiment of everything the Phoenix stood against, senseless destruction, unnecessary suffering, the evil tainting the Universe. The Phoenix cares about the Cosmos and its inhabitants; It has took part in their creation, the reason they are existing can be traced back to It. Unlike the Force, Serin'th had a solid body and plenty of his creations aiding him in wars. This is how the search for a perfect host to wield Its insane power started after battling with Serin'th and his slaughter for millennias.
When possessing a host, Creation and Destruction broke apart because no one was able to bear, to control both, sooner or later one side became dominant: If someone was sinister enough to unleash Destruction, Creation didn’t approve the chosen one. If they were a pure guardian angel controlling Creation, refusing to kill even for the right purpose, Destruction tore them apart. After all, the opposites should’ve coexisted, none of them can be snuffed out.
The hosts, after tipping over the edge of insanity, either as pure Light or Dark, is when the Phoenix leaves, consuming them upon exiting their bodies and resumes the search for an another until the perfect one or until Serin'th is killed.
Like the Fire, Serin'th has been trying to find hosts for the fearlings as 'allies' and some sort of sick defense: tying himself to them by corruption, therefore if he dies, so do the possessed ones.Cindy Flame
Cindy is the Force’s first host on Earth and it seems the to be the last. She already has had fire powers but not on a cosmic level, she couldn’t burn underwater or in the outer space, couldn’t transform her appearance and couldn’t feel the power of the stars further than the Sun.
The Force has rushed to Earth because Serin'th had the same destination, only the other entity was quicker. When the Phoenix arrived, a battle has been fought, making Serin'th halt, but the young spirit was dying because she stood for what’s right: protecting the planet and the innocents from the evil incarnate. Her strength, courage and mindset was the reason why the Phoenix had offered the merge with her and for the first time in millenias, it felt like something has changed. Due to her death but most importantly her mother’s death, Cindy’s psyche split into two extrmes, she’s both capable of gentle nuturing, pure love and gruesome murder, torture without regret. She can hold together and shift the two wildly different sides of hers without much difficulty, therefore a perfect host for the Force’s duality. For a few years, she had felt its presence coursing through her veins but then, it was impossible to tell apart; Cindy had became the Force itself, mostly because her will is almost never differs from the Phoenix's. She is Creation and Destruction, Life and Death, Light and Dark, Peace and War, sacred being yet eternal damnation, one of the youngest yet oldest forces; Cindy is the Fire. (Brief return to ROTG: her center matryoshka doll is half bathing in angelic golden light with liquid fire eyes while the other half is a sinister grin of fangs and fire orange eyes; her center is the Fire, both sides of it.) She cannot be possessed by fearlings thanks to her pure light, either she destroys them, if they get inside her or they tear her apart.The two forms of the Fire: The two forms stand for the Fire's Dark and Light side, Cindy tends to use the Dark side more, when doing her job or when she's in emotional distress she morphs into Destruction to prevent even more serious injuries. In this state she's like a cruel, intelligent predator only caring for survival and causing pain, violence. Her appearance changes: Her skin is a very deep mahogany with sparkling ruby (space filled with protostars, red giants/supergiants) and the only lighter colored body parts are
- the irises which are swirling Tauri stars
- the crimson scar vivid against the mahogany sparkle, as if she was cracked open in that part
- the tips of sharp wings dipped in flames
- her hair the same color of her eyes
Harnessing souls of those whom she had slain also strengthen this side.
The changes of her Creation side are beyond angelic:
- glowing golden/pure white skin adorned by the hottest burning stars
- wings stretching wide, the flames of it dipping into cyan
- bright golden fire hair and pupilless eyes holding the entire universe
In this form Cindy heals physically, creates and relax by letting herself burn. She is also capable of resurrection and healing of others, even if the being already passed away.

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• Connections

Abilities

Hand to hand combat:
Cindy is the perfect combination of speed and strength. She's versatile, faster than lightning, ruthless and skilled. She has maximum control over her body and movements, that’s how she’s capable of the infamous Guyver kick and other difficult, extravagant kicks. She’s pushing her limits to the extreme, she might be a spirit but her lifestyle is already taking a toll on her body. Not that she would admit it. Her special gym in her castle also holds flame copies of her opponents crafted by herself. Her strong visual memory is used when replaying her possible opponents' moves so she can learn, counter them, find the openings. She's not reliant on weapons, she is the weapon itself. She knows no defeat, even if half dead, she will stand up; she's not above using dirty tricks like an elbow or knee break at last resort. Despite being a Fire centered entity she's calculating and ironically cold, researching before every fight.
Styles and official black belts:
🔥 4th Dan Taekwondo, also a taekwondo acrobat
🔥 Krav Maga
🔥 3rd Dan Karate
🔥 Kickbox
🔥 2nd Dan Ninjutsu
🔥 Jiu Jitsu
🔥 Muay Thai
🔥 Jeet Kune Do
🔥 German jiu jitsu
Other styles she's trained in but not professionally: Various styles of boxing, capoeira, kung fu, ARB (Russian army hand to hand combat), acrobatic gymnastics
Judo: she knows the moves but unable to perform most (especially throws) due to her spinal conditionFencing: tirelessly training, along with hiding a special weapon crafted by herself: a double bladed scythe with a built in surpriseSinging:
Voice claim: Lzzy Hale
Other inspirations: Axl Rose, Robert Plant
Vocal range: almost four octaves
Voice type: dramatic mezzo-soprano with hints of Soprano sfogato
Speaking voice: gritty mezzo
Longest notes: 15 to 30 seconds
Instruments: piano, learning electric, rhythm/lead and bass guitar
Education: choir singer for a week, almost completely self taught
Genres: hard rock, glam rock, glam metal, pop rock, cock rock (yes that's a thing.), alternative rock, grunge, bits of heavy metal. Founder of cosmic rock.
Unique qualities: natural grit in every part of her range, long, sustained belts even into the 6th octave, crazy vocal runs lasting up to 30 seconds, incredibly powerful vibrato, ability to switch to clean voice after satanic howls in a second, mimicking electric guitar sounds/singing along to it, comfortable in the lower registers as well, extremely flexible voice and vocal agility
Three word description: Explosive. Unique. Legendary.
Stage presence: Cindy has been through a lot. She suffered, has too many unhealthy coping mechanisms for her unresolved traumas but music...is something else. When performing, no matter for one person or for an arena she is truly herself. Happy, carefree and a hurricane. She never can stay still, only when executing those famous hour long belts, otherwise she's running, jumping all around the stage. She is charismatic, magnetic not just because of her talent but active effort to get the crowd enjoy themselves and sing after or with her. Sometimes even making physical contact with the raging fans, jumping off stage to deliver a few lines to one specific person. Her outfits look like she just came out of a BDSM gear store. Leather, vinyl, pvc, spikes, harnesses, high heels, chains; her wardrobe as flashy as her gritty falsetto screeches. She has no problem running around in basically bikini/lingerie, she is kind with fans but there's an underlying pride about her capabilities and display of her body. The concerts are long and she never loses any energy or has her voice weakened nearing the end. Her voice is as great if not better live than recorded.
Care: Cindy's voice is her most treasured possession and while using her gift to the utmost, she does it in a safe way. She is the embodiment of Fire but she doesn't want to test whenever her vocal chords are included in the regeneration process. She warms up every day, carefully going through her whole range, prodding whenever she can expand into whistle register or not. After singing she also does cooldown exercises just like after an intense workout you don't leave your body hanging. She consumes 2 liters of water in a day (despite...due to her anatomy it's nothing), doesn't smoke, drink alcohol or do drugs. She has 5 teas to keep her throat and vocals healthy, revitalized: Chamomile to repair tissue, Licorice root for anti inflammatory effects, Mixture of licorice, anise, raspberry leaves and slippery elm for soothing, overall protection, faster recovery, Peppermint to relieve stress and relax the muscles, Green tea to strengthen that impossible vibrato even further. Cindy is undeniably gifted but she worked and works hard to achieve & keep her current level and not reckless with her talent.
Songs: She writes her own songs, she has the instrumental part in her head but unable to write that down due to the lack of professional teaching. She can cover the most famous songs from I Will Always Love You to Black Dog, showing her versatility in genres.
Habits/quirks: drumming the rhythm with her left leg, improvisation vocal stunts for minutes during mid songs for a true 80s experience, burning chemistry with band members, closing her eyes to bask in the guitar solo mixed with the roars of aweFire manipulation, creation to the utmost:
Heliokinesis and Photokinesis are also tied to this.
🌌 Her fire is cosmic, meaning she can burn underwater and in the outer space.
🔥 Feel and control every existing heat, explosion, fire, magma, whenever it's a candle of a giant star. So far, she hasn't let her mind stretch too far to feel much of the Universe, she fears she would be unable to return into her human form.
🔥 Control and draw power from Earth's lava, the Sun and nearby stars without much difficulty; from further stars when transformed
🌌 Create, shape, and manipulate all nuclear aspects of the stars, galaxies: immense heat, luminosity, raw nuclear energy, and reaction.
🔥 Resurrection of dead beings by placing a tiny part of her powers inside them
🌌 Psyche regeneration when Destruction is dominant, physical regeneration when Creation is called uponBasic soul magic:
She can see, judge, tear them out and consume them to fuel her own powers; nothing more, nothing less. This is almost purely tied to the dark side of the Fire, Destruction. ( Resurrection, reshaping lost body parts are a different category & they fall under Creation) Her soul magic -if it can be called that-, is relatively primitive, only serving one ultimate purpose. She cannot make soul contracts, control or possess someone, do anything other with their soul besides making it nonexistent solely for her own benefit.Healing and resurrection:
Shifting into Creation, Cindy can heal, mend and reconstruct tissue, bones, muscle, nerves to their optimal function. If someone has died or on the verge of it, she will crack her chest open and place a tiny part of her essence inside them to ensure survival. These are incredibly delicate, elaborate procedures, which tend to leave her drained of energy.Flight:
Phoenix wings, impossible to tell feathers apart from flames

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