"Okay., let's see what happens then. Elliot first..." Whatevr flips the coin into the air and catches it in an open palm. It lands on a face with the number 307 on it. "A stat blessing, level 10. Very nice.." Whatevr nods, and waves in Elliot's general direction. He suddenly feels (and is) immensely strong, possibly even dangerously so, though he doesn't
look any different.
"Well, it's against the game for the purpose of keeping blessings and losing curses, though you can compete with each other separately if you wanted to for some reason. In fact, you can play around with whatever you wind up with for as long as you like around here, the keeping blessings mostly applies to leaving with them."
"I'll just demonstrate with a random intensity, Ookalf.." The werewolf flips again, and this time it lands on 355. "Blessing, level 5. Twice in a row, huh? Now let's see.." He grabs seemingly out of thin air a bunch of red petals, and blows them at Ookalf. They fly to him and start whirling around him as if carried by a miniature tornado, and Ookalf finds himself shrinking, becoming slimmer and smaller. His hair rapidly turns red and grows out, framing an increasingly feminine face; a pair of horns grow from the corners of his head, and his ears stretch out into long, pointy shapes. His shirt turns into a flowing black dress top, the sleeves separating and turning into long gloves. His belt slides off and moves around on its own into his right hand, the wolf head turning into a big rose-petal like decoration and growing a scythe blade out of it while the bit in his hand becomes a handle. The rest of it turns into a thorny black vine which grows much longer than the belt ever was. Ookalf can feel himself shifting from male to female as his pants slide down and split off into stockings and his underwear turns into a tight pair of panties, and finally her chest swells out to fill the dress top, completing her transformation.
Ookalf will find she has a suite of plant manipulation powers to play around with, and that the weapon her belt turned into is somehow also a plant, and is fully under her control even if she isn't touching it.
Whatevr grins. "What do you think of that? Another take on a vaguely nature-based superhero, eh?"