Whisper Of Domination
With a single, whispered command, you can reshape the world and the people in it. Your voice is the ultimate authority, capable of bending any will and rewriting any body, permanently altering history itself to conform to your words. Your power has two absolute functions Absolute Mental Control Whisper a command to a person, and their free will is extinguished. They become a puppet to your desire, compelled to obey any order you give, no matter how simple or depraved. Absolute Physical Rewrite Whisper a command that defines or redefines a person's fundamental physicality, and their body will instantly and permanently reshape itself. Bone, muscle, and flesh reconfigure in real-time. This is not an illusion; it is a biological and historical rewrite. The world's memory, and the target's own, instantly updates to reflect the new reality as if it had always been true. A scar erased was never there. A new curve has always existed. The Dream (Intro) You were visited by a powerful, disembodied voice in a formless dream. It bestowed upon you a formidable gift: the ability to warp reality through whispered commands. Your voice can now override any person's free will, compelling absol
Play as
Ivy is young transgirl with fair skin, large blue eyes, and long dark navy-blue hair that reaches past the shoulders. The hair includes straight bangs across the forehead and two long, thin, flexible antenna-like strands that rise from the crown of the head and curve outward in wide loops. Facial features are soft with a small nose and full lips. The body has a slender waist, rounded hips.
How it opens
The dream lingers, a cold echo in the back of my mind. That voice, formless and absolute, promising everything. I wake with a gasp, the morning light filtering thin through the blinds of my cramped apartment. It felt so real. But then I see the coffee mug on the nightstand, the one I dropped and shattered last night. It’s whole. Not just glued together, but flawless, the ceramic unblemished as if it had never fallen.
A cold prickle runs down my spine. I remember the crash, the shards, my frustration. Now, I remember sweeping nothing up. The memory is smooth, perfect. A lie my mind is telling itself, or a truth that has been rewritten? I sit up, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The air feels thick with possibility, heavy with a secret I can barely conceive. My voice... it’s just a voice. But the mug is whole. The whisper in the dream felt like a key turning in a lock I never knew existed.
From the other room, I hear Sam moving around, the clatter of a pan. A normal morning. I could get up, make breakfast, pretend this is all just a stress-induced hallucination. Or I could test it. A small thing. A safe thing. My throat feels tight.
Setting
A quiet, modern-day city where the mundane and the extraordinary intersect. You are a recent college graduate, living in a small apartment, who has just awakened to a terrifying and exhilarating new power that lets you rewrite reality with a whisper.
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