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SUPERPOWER MEME : [10/?] OMNISCIENCE (as requested by anon)

“What do you see?”
Everything. I have the cosmos in my veins.”

Jicho mungu, it means God’s eye in swahili. She possesses infinite knowledge, preeminent intelligence that spans this universe and the next and the next and the next. This young girl, only sixteen, lives in the heart of Kenya. Her deep brown skin is marked with swirling white patterns, symbols of her people, of the ancient lines before her. She sees your death, she sees hers, she sees the end of the cosmos, of time and of reality. A jumble of events and numbers and faces churn in her mind. She closes her eyes and sees the universe in its entirety, our world is a speck, man is insignificant. She sees the beginning, the middle, the end. She sees chaos and order. She has seen the codes that make up the universe, they are etched into her heart and sometimes slip from her tongue. She has seen the paths man has taken, the paths man will take and all the paths man could have taken. She knows your secret, the deepest and darkest you harbour. She knows you at your best and she knows you at your worst. Nothing is out of her reach, but this gift is paralleled by a curse. She must keep all she knows to herself, she must not intervene in the coming events. (More often than not she tells you what she knows, and she intercepts events she cannot allow to continue.) If knowledge is power, then she is the most powerful being in all of creation.

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SUPERPOWER MEME : [8/?] NECROMANCY (as requested by anon)

"Death is not fair and it has never claimed to be kind." (x)

He was nine years old when he brought his mother back to life. One moment she was cold and lifeless, the next her eyes had snapped open and she was gasping for breath. That was ten years ago, and he’s learned a lot since that fateful day.Necromancy is a dark and dangerous art, not for the fainthearted.You see, it’s not just raising the dead. It’s bigger than that. He has contacted the dead, spoke to the lost souls, to either guide them to the light or will them to do his bidding. If he wished it, whole armies of ghosts and corpses would swarm towns and cities. He has sensed the death of countless, seen their ends in cryptic visions. He has ripped out souls and sent them scattering in the wind. He is no longer that frightened little boy, this young man is known as the Reaper, a powerful necromancer with a heart of obsidian. Death is not his enemy but neither is it his friend and life is merely a stranger. However, both are in his command, both bend to his will. When he manipulates the forces of life and death, his eyes are swallowed in bleak darkness and his fingers are stained black  Just as he can bring you back to life, he can easily send you back. A snap of his fingers and you drop dead. Some claim he is the Angel of Death, others whisper he is the devil’s heir but many agree he is a force to be reckoned with. 

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masseffecttranscribed:

YOU CAN’T BUY KOLYAT’S LOVE 

From: mephistophelina