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Enter the Dragon!




In a desert somewhere, one minute before the T level emergency distress signal.


"Well now." Joseph said as he tossed a stone into the distance. His boots stood over lairs of sand. In the corner of his eye, he could see a lizard race to the safety of a cactus. "This trip has become rather boring." He commented to himself allowed, as he looked around the scenary. Just then he was interupted by the distress signal; "ISSUE DISASTER LEVEL TIGER TO ALL THREE CITIES!". He would sigh, the threat level wasn't too high, there were definitely other heroes in that hero that could take care of it. "Well anyhow, I should just travel to one of the cities, see how well its doing by the time I get there, maybe I can pick up a ride somewhere." Joseph paused, looking at his surroundings, he was already lost. "So I guess I have to fly huh?" He sighed, taking the sword and scabbard off of his back and to the ground, then began to undo his armor, taking it off piece by piece. Once he was left in his under clothes and t-shirt, he began to take them off as well. "Right, well, lets get going then.." He said as he was now standing butt-naked in the middle of the desert.

He would wince preemptively. Not at being exposed to the elements, but for the pain that was about to come. He would get into a stance, standing somewhat hunched with his arms flexed and curved slightly towards his chest, hands curled into fists and legs spread apart. It loosely resembled something a Dragon Ball Z character would power up to. His eyes would roll back as he began to scream, his body rapidly began to transform. Skin turning into white and black scales, black spikes growing along various sections of his body. A tail would grow from the bottom of his torso.

In moments he was onto the ground now, breaking his stance as he screamed out in pain, hands that were slowly transforming into reptilian claws clutched the sandy earth beneath him. Joseph would let out another screech of pain as his face began to elongate, and his body began to grow. His body hunched upwards as he continued to morph horribly into another monstrosity.

The behemoth lizard now stood where Joseph once was. Its crimson, glowing eyes staring at the sword and armor he had left behind in the sand. He would widen his maw and dipped to swallow them hole for safe keeping. He then looked back to the sun with narrowed eyes, determining where the general direction of the cities were, at least one of them he knew was east from here.

While the dragon was originally wingless, a pair of flames began to form on a section of the black plated scales on his back. These growing fires morphed themselves into a massive pair of wings, and seemingly solidified. These wings would flap once, before a jet of flames launched the behemoth into the air at an instant mach 1 speed acceleration, 50 meters up in the air. The sudden burst speed was practically a blur, surprising for its size. However after passing 50 meters the speed lowered to half of mach 1 speed. Joseph now leveled himself in the air, now 55 meters and traveling east. His crimson eyes staring at the horizon, trying to find the city.

Inside his throat, where his gear was, an alarm blared "Oi Dragon Knight! Threat level D for all three, City T and S have plenty of heroes we could use you as backup in city K!" Now things were getting interesting. A demon threat would be much more fun then a simple tiger level threat. He was able to hear the alarm going off inside him, however he was unable to respond in his current form.
Regardless, he had his eyes set on city K, which coincidentally, was already within his sight.

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Now Arriving at City K
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@Phobos@JustYui@Polaris North@LostDestiny

Joseph would let out a terrifying roar as he flew into the city, echoing through the streets below at the battle about to ensue. It was difficult to minimize city destruction in this form, but seeing as it was a demon level threat, it is likely necessary to be in this state anyhow.

Joseph landed with an earth-shaking thud directly beside the monster Gastro's left, letting out another roar that was typical for his form. During the monstrous scream Joseph's wings would disperse in a small explosion of fire around him, in attempt to knock the monster back if not fry him some.
Hmm, having trouble concocting a starting post. Anyone need a giant lizard on the team?
Chris getting Transformation Constipation


As Chris laid there, his now red, crocodilian eyes stared towards the meatball rolling towards him, before it was blasted by the voice of another subnatural. "Da-mn...eet." He was now struggling to make words not only from the intense pain and pressure but it felt as though his vocal cords were being tangled. "I-I-I-I Tcholk Yo nod to lo-o" His eyes widened as he suddenly jerked his head up, being cut off from his own body's reaction as his tongue rapidly morphed, growing into an elongated, serpentine tongue with two separated tips, forked like a lizard, which was sticking out of his mouth and flicking in the air. His hands struggled to hold onto the ground.

His skin began to transmute into scales, in a crystalline process similar to water becoming ice. As it spread from the nape of his neck as its source. The green leathery scales that became of the skin continued to morph, widening and becoming plated like metal sheets. The scales continued to slowly spread up and down his body. Meanwhile the features of his waist began to contort. His two masculine gems, once hanging placid, now rapidly began to shrink and seemingly dissolve along what was still somewhat pale human skin. Chris would then scream out, his head tilting up further and his eyes strained and wide. A tail began to grow from the crevice of his lower torso, while what was once an anus began to close up and flatten along with the body, dissolving in a similar process. By the time both features were gone, the skin there were already growing into scales. His hair began to fall from his head, and his nose started to elongate. His head then lowered as he would vomit blood from his mouth onto the floor. Slowly forming a puddle on the floor.

Another scream was released from his mouth, jerking up a again as if his own human body was in desperate protest. His hands would clench the dirt so tight that they now made small holes. No longer able to keep his hands occupied he'd jerk back up on his hind legs as his tail continued to grow in a slithering motion beneath him. As the scales spread to his wrists his nails slowly converted into claws. His once human face now started to elongate, whatever hair was left was falling off like feathers.
@PhobosI'll move him down then, sorry!


@Phobos @Emuxe
I have interest if this picks up.
Another one

So I'm fabricating an rp that will essentially be a pvp/pve adventure Where each of the characters will be pitted against each other in the modern world by some deity. As a gm instead of playing a character I will be a sort of rule guide and such in addition to controlling npc's and keeping the story moving. I will begin to illustrate some races though if you have some sort of race you'd like to play that isn't listed, or something of your own creation, let me know and I'll see if I can make it work and balance it. If this gets enough interest checks I'll update a character sheet as well, along side more information and detail.

Races






(More races on the way, here are some trailers.)
















AND MORE

Christopher the Dracomancer



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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝔻𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔸 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹
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Once Chris exited the shower, he got dressed into his PJ's and immediately went to his bed, continuing to ignore his roommates. Despite still being in the afternoon, he tried to sleep off his worries. Later that evening, near sundown he got up from his bed and walked back to the bathroom. He was able to sleep, surprisingly, or nap rather, but despite that rest he was still plagued with unresolved demons in his head. He needed another hot shower. Once again he stripped from his clothes, which was only a pair of pajama bottoms as he was shirtless in bed, and stepped in turning on the shower faucet to the hottest it could go. The burning sensation of the hot water helped distract his mind and eventually soothed him once he adapted to the temperature. After an unusually long shower of cleaning and moping, the moment Chris turned off the shower the alarm buzzed and blasted in the bathroom. Startled, He jumped through the curtains, tripping and falling on his ass. "Nani The hell?!" He shouted though his confusion ended when the voice in the alarm instructed him and presumably the other subnaturals of the emergency. Apparently some dangerous targets were spotted. "Standby?" He muttered as he picked up a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Looking over to the sink he realized he forget to bring his clothes with him in the bathroom. "Shit." He muttered as he crept to the door, creeping it open to make sure the others wouldn't look his way. As silent as he could be, he began to walk towards his desk, the white towel draped around him from the waist to the knees. Halfway there though, the alarmed buzzed again startling Chris off his feet once more, his towel no longer wrapped around his waist as he once again fell on his ass. His eye twitched as he gave off a wide-eyed embarrassed and disgusted expression before quickly leaning over to pick up his bag and running back to the bathroom. Inside, He quickly began to get changed. In the rush of the moment, he forget to put on boxers, only wearing black sweatpants and a white t shirt with a pocket protector.

With the director's command on their mission and their groups, he sighed. His roommates, which he already figured he wouldn't be fond with, would be just a few of the partners in their assigned group. "They better have a good reason for keeping me paired with so many people." He muttered to himself with a distasteful frustration. At least she vaguely addressed his 'special preparations' anyhow. Not that he was looking to transform either way. He exited the dorm following the guards and got onto the transportation without much trouble.
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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 𝟙 / / ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 / / 𝟚𝟙𝟚𝟙
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Chris exited the transportation with his posture straight and arms folded across his white shirt. His silent scowled drifted into the distance where he instantly caught sight of bright lights that were the field commander. His attention was brought to someone who was thanking them for showing up, the man introduced himself as Eric Richardson. Chris was still silent, and a tad spiteful, keeping his arms crossed. He then watched a black haired girl named Myla begin to 'mark' them, to which he found out were literal light markers over the heads of the ensuing monstrosities.

He paid attention only to the green target, his target. What was first disbelief shifted into an annoyed expression. "Are you serious?" He said under his breathe, "Were supposed to fight a giant italian cuisine?" There was no time to question its absurdity, meatballs growing legs and teeth were already charging towards the group. Eric didn't need to announce preparations, Chris already began by taking off his shirt, he'd also start to move behind his group. Not only to avoid bringing attention to himself but to help keep him away from the monsters as the process of transforming leaves him vulnerable. "Don't know if you lot were told this but my transformation is a painful and long process." He said to his group as he folded his shirt and placed it on the ground. He didn't like speaking, especially to many who he could already assume would likely be idiots not very enticing to be around. Besides, it was dangerous to his sanity to make friends, only to loose them from some monster be it today or the next mission in the future. Teamwork, however, was necessary, now wasn't the time to push people away. "I also have to strip, I'd be grateful if you avoided looking at my direction, the transformation takes five minutes, until then I'll be vulnerable." He paused, not wanting to admit to needing assistance, especially to many of which he already could tell he wouldn't like to be around, but for the sake of the mission he continued. "I'd appreciate it if I was protected in some way until then." He looked down, hesitant to pull down his pants, waiting a minute or two in hopes they wouldn't look before sliding down his trousers. He was a bit embarrassed that he forget to wear his boxers but that was meaningless at this point. He folded his black sweatpants and placed it on top of his shirt before standing some paced away from his clothes, then got onto the ground.

He practically collapsed and his eyes shifted from his default, bored and scowl-like expression into a wide-eyed shock of pain. The corners of his eyes seemed to strain. The transformation was activated, there was no looking back at this point. His fingers curled and clenched the grass-covered earth beneath him as his teeth were grit tightly. His head and torso lowered with his backside facing the air as he tried to resist the urge to scream, which caused him to instead groan in pain. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, cheeks, and chest as he felt like vomiting. He let out a few dry gags before forcing his mouth shut again. His eyes closed as the pain intensified. He felt all matter of negative sensation at once. His skin felt like it was being peeled and stretched off like a potato, insides churning and burning up in a burning chemical, the back of his head having nails slowly forced into his skull. His body could barely keep up with the pressure, if he wasn't gripping the ground so tightly as his arms would become frantic and shake about violently from all the shock. After the first minute, his fingernails started to grow and sharpen, his teeth growing a pair of canines, and several lines of skin transforming into green, keeled scales along his arms, legs, and lower torso in a strange pattern. His eyes snapped open with another shocking wave of pain, finally letting out a shrill cry as his eyes were no longer mammalian. They were now yellow outlined with red near the eyelids, pupil now slit like a crocodiles and a crimson red oval-shaped iris around it.
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