NPCs are also plot devices. If I (or Zealeh-chan) need a certain kind of adept/gifted that no player has, we can make an NPC, and use it to start a plot.
If one person uses an NPC more tha others, that doesn't mean they own it. You can't say... *insert NPC's name* is mine now!
Thankiez, and have a horrible day.
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Here is an example of an NPC by the way. This is taken from Shyce (Nemo-chan)'s post on a different site.
He had never been one to make friends, really. Only some acquaintances – y’know, like “Hey, Kyle, how’s it going?” but he didn’t know anyone he could really confide in. Between in blue hair and icy cold blue eyes, anyone could guess his power and be right. Ice. Snow. Sleet. Anything that involved cold. In fact, when he walked into a room, the temperature fell a few degrees. It must have been the same when he walked into the student lounge from outside. He had been outside in the shade, just thinking about everything and nothing.
But two girls had come up to him, he didn’t know their names - but one was a Water Adept, the other a Fire Adept. The Water Adept he had no problem with, but the Fire Adept had made him nervous. Her flaming red hair and reddish brown eyes that reminded him of the beach the first time he had gotten really sick from the heat. It had been really hot outside at the beach, and he had been sitting under his parent’s umbrella. Even the shade hadn’t been enough to keep him from the shade.
He had begun to sweat, and before anyone knew it he hadn’t been able to breathe. But by the time him parents had reached the hospital, the air conditioner in the car had cooled him off, but he had had a cough for weeks afterwards.
He hadn’t known why the two had talked to him, but they had kept looking at each other and giggling - that in it self made him nervous. It wasn’t until the Fire Adept had reached out and placed a hand on his, about to ask him something. Her warm skin had burned into him slightly (for she had been outside for a long time and had recently used her powers), and he had stood up quickly, heading inside.
He looked down at his hand where a red mark still remained on his fair skin.
“That’s going to be hurting for a while,” he said, blowing on it slightly. You could see his breath as he blew, knowing it was cold, and the instant it touched the red mark on his hand it turned blue for a second and then back to red, although it wasn’t as dark anymore.
He sat down on one of the unoccupied cushions of the couch, leaving the middle seat in between him and Evan, and blew his icy blue fringe out of his eyes, looking up at the TV – only to have them fall back down.
The two adepts were just there. No ones charries, they were jus there so something would happen. Tada.
And thank you for the aweshome example Nemo-chan!
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