Art Stand - "Contact"
User - Abigail Bailey

Power: B
Speed: C
Durability : E
Precision: A
Range: B
Potential: A

Form: A tiny, pixie-like humanoid that can often be seen on (name)'s shoulder. This robotic little creature's long legs narrow to a point, rounded outside and flat inside. Its arms are wider, flat along the inside as the legs are, but wavy on the outside.

Its thin torso is transparent and filled with a viscous fluid of constantly changing color, as are the individual, flowing, growing, and shrinking strands of "hair" upon its disc-shaped head.  Oval-shaped, horizontally aligned "eyes" ring its head spaced evenly, each with a tiny bit of liquid inside. Flowing like its hair are a set of paper thin "wings" of shifting color that make up the bulk of its body, total wing span 2 to 1 with the rest.

With a "click", its body can lock into position, hair becoming still and uniform, eyes dimming, arms and legs clasping against its body, and its wings curling tightly around it from the neck down, looking like a large brush.


Stand Ability:

Contact can act as a physical brush with its own never ending supply of paint, taking on any color the user cares to paint with. Anything the stand or its user paints with it is visible to all, and the stand itself is visible while acting as a brush, taking the form of an object stand while in this state (though the user can still will it to shift to its humanoid form or recall/summon it again even if separated, it simply loses the ability to move in this state and cannot produce paint while in its humanoid form).

Any painting the user makes- via her stand or otherwise- can be animated by its or her touch. It remains a 2d object and its physical make-up is still paint-like and very sticky to the touch, simply semi-solidified and held together by the ability. It will act to the best of its ability to carry out her whim with the physical shape and stature it was given.

It can be painted onto an existing object to modify its qualities- pair of wings attached to a small object to fly it away for example- but is still physically limited to what its shape would allow it to do, and any changes to a physical object is temporary.



Ability: Living Images
Targets: Objects/Environment
Effect: Creates Fortune
Weakness: Penalty to own Rolls not using Fortune until Fortune is used, Created Fortune can only be used with one stat or a basic roll.
Cost: 0 Points

Ability Description:

By painting an animated object into existence or modifying an existing object, Contact can create a Fortune without failing a roll, in the form of creating an animated object or modifying an existing object. These "Paint" Fortunes can be used by her regardless of her distance from them, cannot be used by enemies in any way but to destroy the fortune, and can be used normally by allies. The caveat is that every such "Paint Fortune" in play A. Limits any actions requiring rolls with it to a stat chosen upon its creation or a basic roll, and B. treats her stats as 1 step lower for rolls not involving the use of that "Paint Fortune" until it's used, aside from Potential (minimum E).


Ability: Make Tool
Targets: Allies
Effect:


Character Description:

Sheltered woman, whose days were spent with arts and crafts of all kinds. Her family had made their fortune investing in the Speedwagon foundation in its infancy, and upon learning its true nature, her parents (like her grandparents before them) had joined the good fight, acting to safeguard the world's- and more importantly to them, their daughter's- future.

They sent her the best tutors, they ensured she didn't want for any necessity or luxury, they instilled a deep sense of moral and civil responsibility in her- all by proxy, with a staff that quickly became her extended family and treated her as their own flesh and blood.

Then the day came, where they were forced to break the news to her. Young Abigail was painting as always when she was addressed by the head of staff, who told her of her parents' untimely passing.

"I see, thank you for telling me. By the way, do you think this painting's colors are a bit too drab?" And with a smile and the barest glance to the shocked man, she reached for the yellow.

Abigail had never really known her parents. She knew they loved her dearly, and the responsibilities she would someday have when they passed them down to her. And that was simply that. Abigail was a sweet child who grew into the portrait of a proper lady, her only obvious behavioral flaw her bouts of intrusive curiosity that overwhelmed her manners in the face of something new.

Underneath, however? Hollow isn't quite right. Rather, there is a total disconnect from other people. Her staff, though caring, had always stood on ceremony with her- and the knowledge of her complete non-reaction to her parents' deaths built walls between them and her.

The Speedwagon foundation took up the tab for her cost of living in the wake of her parents' deaths, but she was not to touch her family fortune until she was old enough to use it responsibly. Often times, employees of the Foundation had used the family library as a meeting place or to store information, and would pay her a visit to check on her as a favor to her parents.

To continue her hobby, she found a way to make her own funds- the family manor's lower floors were converted into a sprawling museum filled to the brim with her own assorted artwork- paintings, sculptures, even calligraphy- and the excess donated to a charity for orphans in her parents' name, as a suggestion from the rest of the staff. With an eclectic clientele drawn more by the story behind the gallery than its works, it managed enough to keep the staff on hand and her art supplies stocked fully.

As time went on, though, her lack of new subject matter- new muses- resulted in a new and unpleasant challenge: artist's block. She had most excellent tutelage, but her knowledge was purely academic aside from etiquette- seeing the new and strange people coming through at all hours of the day, hearing their conversations and sometimes fielding their questions, she slowly grew more curious about the world beyond her home.

It was then for the first time in years that she asked after her parents. They had traveled a good deal, seen things many others never would- including these strange and wondrous things called "stands"- and grew curious as to what she could learn from their adventures. She became enamored with the stories, her caretakers eager to form some sort of connection between her and them if only to fill the gap that has been unintentionally left in her life... and only realized too late the consequence of doing so. Her desire to see it for herself, experience the world for herself, and the well-embedded sense of responsibility meant her next course of action was obvious- to take up their profession.

Her application would likely have been rejected if not for the discovery that the odd brush she seemed to favor for the past few years wasn't just an odd trinket.


Willpower: 2

Traits:

Goal - "Still Life": Abigail has an overwhelming curiosity for the world at large, often about things others take for granted. This urge to learn overwhelms her sense of propriety and good manners easily, but even more than that, the urge to immediately apply her new knowledge or experience in some way is her ultimate goal- and not necessarily limited to artistic expression.

Impulse - "Self-Portrait": Abigail's sheltered upbringing with no true friends or family- despite others' best efforts to fill the gap as they could- means she doesn't quite grasp the connections between people beyond the academic, and she has no bonds to other people beyond simple "like" or "dislike". Thus she acts without concern for others' feelings, guided only by need or want and fettered only by etiquette, law, and dead-simple moral "rules" with equal value.


Stand named for the Painted Hands song "Contact", which describes lack of sensation despite the world around the singer.


User Appearance: White sun hat with black band, white sun dress with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, white sash around her waist with a large black ring acting as a clasp. Black leggings, white high-heeled sandals, slit up the side of her dress, starting where the dress ends behind her calf and ending midway up her thigh. A white parasol is often slung over her shoulder, helping to keep her pasty complexion from burning. Wavy, long black hair that goes to her shoulders, dispassionate brown eyes, a polite smile. A satchel of art supplies is always at her hip. Black long-sleeved shirt that covers her neck down to her waist and wrists is under her dress, and her hands are covered by wrist-length white gloves.