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So... Bio's are a thing now. Fancy.
Anywho!
25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
Anywho!
25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
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Falling.
Everything felt like falling. Stars seemed to pass her by barely an arm’s reach away. Darkness surrounded her, broken only by the tiny light of stars spotting the empty expanses around her.
She saw nothing save the lights, felt nothing save the falling. There was no air to breathe, no grass to feel. There was no panic.
She looked down at herself, watching as her body grew less taught with muscles and softened, watched as her nails grew long and adorned a blue-purple colour. A long braid of raven hair fell over her shoulder, and nine tails grew from behind her, curling around her body in a cocoon of silky fur.
She felt herself Shift, felt her power building, and felt it unleash itself. Ribbons of colour exploded around her, tearing apart that blackness and catching the stars. The ribbons thrashed and fought, trying to tear themselves from her, but letting them go would be wrong, she knew. She extended a hand and took hold of one ribbon, feeling it shift beneath her fingers, sending tingling feelings throughout her entire body as if it was made of pure energy.
She pulled, and the star held in the ribbon came surging forward, fast as the light. It hit her, embedding itself in her chest. She watched it, fascinated by the comforting glow emanating from her chest, only to be shocked as more stars came.
Two, three, four, five stars hit her chest, embedding themselves and increasing the glow. It didn’t hurt, it only tingled.
Six, seven, eight, nine, and ten more stars hit her, increasing the low until it blinded her. She closed her eyes to block the light, and then it happened.
The glow spread, coursing through every vein of her body, and then she was light. A million tiny lights exploded from her, leaving behind only a vague humanoid shape with how they were placed.
And then she fell,
And fell,
And fell,
And fell
And woke up with a start. She sat there, gasping for air, her dark brown eyes darted around in search of any threat as a hand was held tightly against her chest. Several deep breaths later, her heartbeat had lessened and she was able to let calm down. Once calm, the immediate area around her came into clarity: The tree she had been leaning up against, the grass under her, the empty planes in front and, most importantly, all the other people.
What?
She glanced around, taking in the large group of people around her. Most were still lying flat on the ground, but some were steadily waking up, it seemed. She would’ve been worried about all the still ones being dead had it not been for the unfathomable amount of snores rising from just about everyone.
Putting a hand against the trunk of the tree with a hand, she pulled herself up on shaky legs, wincing as blood rushed back into the sleeping limbs. She had evidently been sitting there for a long time.
What happened? Where are we? She looked up and down the treeline that separated the forest from the plains, marvelling at the clear blue sky, the fresh summer breeze, and generally wondering - “Where the hell are we?” Somewhere I’ve never been before, that’s for sure.
Turning around, she peered through the trees, searching for anything that might give her a clue as to where they were. All she saw was a lot of trees, shadows, and a single bird hopping from one branch to another. Last thing I remember I was going to bed, and now I wake up here in, she glanced down at herself, raising a delicate eyebrow at what she saw. When did I get into my summer dress? And the light-blue one at that! It was my favourite. She briefly examined it to check for any damages. The only thing she found was a loose thread near where the dress made a thigh-cut, allowing her to move freely in it.
With her mouth set in a thin, concerned line, she turned back towards the other ones waking up. She didn’t know who they were—or what, for that matter—but she knew that she probably wasn’t the only one freaked a bit out by them suddenly waking up in a strange place. The lack of additional weight behind her told her that she wasn’t Shifted, and she wanted to keep it that way—for some time at least; she knew not all people were enthusiastic about them, and who knew what these people thought?
She went over to the nearest person she could see was about to wake up. “You okay?” She asked, reaching down a hand to help him up.
“Y-Yeah.” He stood up, wincing a bit as the light cut into his eyes. “Where are we?”
Lily shook her head, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. “I don’t know.”
Everything felt like falling. Stars seemed to pass her by barely an arm’s reach away. Darkness surrounded her, broken only by the tiny light of stars spotting the empty expanses around her.
She saw nothing save the lights, felt nothing save the falling. There was no air to breathe, no grass to feel. There was no panic.
She looked down at herself, watching as her body grew less taught with muscles and softened, watched as her nails grew long and adorned a blue-purple colour. A long braid of raven hair fell over her shoulder, and nine tails grew from behind her, curling around her body in a cocoon of silky fur.
She felt herself Shift, felt her power building, and felt it unleash itself. Ribbons of colour exploded around her, tearing apart that blackness and catching the stars. The ribbons thrashed and fought, trying to tear themselves from her, but letting them go would be wrong, she knew. She extended a hand and took hold of one ribbon, feeling it shift beneath her fingers, sending tingling feelings throughout her entire body as if it was made of pure energy.
She pulled, and the star held in the ribbon came surging forward, fast as the light. It hit her, embedding itself in her chest. She watched it, fascinated by the comforting glow emanating from her chest, only to be shocked as more stars came.
Two, three, four, five stars hit her chest, embedding themselves and increasing the glow. It didn’t hurt, it only tingled.
Six, seven, eight, nine, and ten more stars hit her, increasing the low until it blinded her. She closed her eyes to block the light, and then it happened.
The glow spread, coursing through every vein of her body, and then she was light. A million tiny lights exploded from her, leaving behind only a vague humanoid shape with how they were placed.
And then she fell,
And fell,
And fell,
And fell
And woke up with a start. She sat there, gasping for air, her dark brown eyes darted around in search of any threat as a hand was held tightly against her chest. Several deep breaths later, her heartbeat had lessened and she was able to let calm down. Once calm, the immediate area around her came into clarity: The tree she had been leaning up against, the grass under her, the empty planes in front and, most importantly, all the other people.
What?
She glanced around, taking in the large group of people around her. Most were still lying flat on the ground, but some were steadily waking up, it seemed. She would’ve been worried about all the still ones being dead had it not been for the unfathomable amount of snores rising from just about everyone.
Putting a hand against the trunk of the tree with a hand, she pulled herself up on shaky legs, wincing as blood rushed back into the sleeping limbs. She had evidently been sitting there for a long time.
What happened? Where are we? She looked up and down the treeline that separated the forest from the plains, marvelling at the clear blue sky, the fresh summer breeze, and generally wondering - “Where the hell are we?” Somewhere I’ve never been before, that’s for sure.
Turning around, she peered through the trees, searching for anything that might give her a clue as to where they were. All she saw was a lot of trees, shadows, and a single bird hopping from one branch to another. Last thing I remember I was going to bed, and now I wake up here in, she glanced down at herself, raising a delicate eyebrow at what she saw. When did I get into my summer dress? And the light-blue one at that! It was my favourite. She briefly examined it to check for any damages. The only thing she found was a loose thread near where the dress made a thigh-cut, allowing her to move freely in it.
With her mouth set in a thin, concerned line, she turned back towards the other ones waking up. She didn’t know who they were—or what, for that matter—but she knew that she probably wasn’t the only one freaked a bit out by them suddenly waking up in a strange place. The lack of additional weight behind her told her that she wasn’t Shifted, and she wanted to keep it that way—for some time at least; she knew not all people were enthusiastic about them, and who knew what these people thought?
She went over to the nearest person she could see was about to wake up. “You okay?” She asked, reaching down a hand to help him up.
“Y-Yeah.” He stood up, wincing a bit as the light cut into his eyes. “Where are we?”
Lily shook her head, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. “I don’t know.”
Welcome to Shifting Worlds!
Enjoy your stay in a place that may be as hostile as a hungry tiger, and as peaceful as a ladybug. What will happen? I don't know.
Let's find out, shall we?
I have the first IC post done. I'm just considering if we should wait for Sara? No PM's have been answered, and it doesn't seem like she has been online either.
So, what do you say guys, should we begin? (And starting will not exclude Sara from the RP. She's still welcome even if we start without her)
So, what do you say guys, should we begin? (And starting will not exclude Sara from the RP. She's still welcome even if we start without her)
Perhaps you're one of those people who was in an accident earlier and has been walking around with a piece of glass or something in your body for X number of years xP
also, off topic, Aeon.
I have written the intro post for Shifting Worlds. Hope you're happy now xD
also, off topic, Aeon.
I have written the intro post for Shifting Worlds. Hope you're happy now xD
Something out a children's nightmare? Naah. It's something from everybody's nightmare *crazyface*
Plus, I had to find some source of the acid Nishino wants to use for her acidic bombs :P
Also:
"Tartaric" is a type of acid that you find in bananas and stuff like that. It's a million times weaker than the acid the creature uses, but it sounds like "Tartarus", and it just fits with a cat-sized, eight legged freak creature that eats you alive xD
Plus, I had to find some source of the acid Nishino wants to use for her acidic bombs :P
Also:
"Tartaric" is a type of acid that you find in bananas and stuff like that. It's a million times weaker than the acid the creature uses, but it sounds like "Tartarus", and it just fits with a cat-sized, eight legged freak creature that eats you alive xD
*waves at Grimdark*
I had Crashing say something you had basically already told me. I hope it's okay. If not, just say so and I'll edit it out. (It's just a single sentence)
I had Crashing say something you had basically already told me. I hope it's okay. If not, just say so and I'll edit it out. (It's just a single sentence)
Theá sat silent as she listened to Crashing's words, heavy with a sailor's accent as they were, and felt a small smile bloom on her lips. While she did feel a few strokes along her ego, what really caught her attention was something so simply and so pure that she could feel it lift her mood immediately; acknowledgement. Relief washed through her, and she knew, almost as soon as he had spoken the words, that he was right. She wasn't the dumb animal she had believed herself to be, she wasn't the tease that simply wanted to get a reaction out of others when she acted on impulses that weren't a hunter's trademark bloodlust.
She cocked her head to the side, suddenly confused. If it wasn't to simply get a reaction out of Arcon, then why? The answer came to her in an instant. She already knew why, it was exactly as Crashing had said: She saw something she liked and went for it. So that means I like Arcon? A faint chuckle escaped her. Guess it's no surprise, though. He's powerful, but kind, if a little stiff.
"Thank you, Crashing," she said, looking up at him with the smile still visible on her lips. "I believe I needed that; being told that I am not some 'dumb animal', after all." She closed her eyes briefly and turned her head to the sky, opening them again. "As for the Spirit of Truth. We know that Harmony died when Discord attacked him in eons past. Discord showed us that a Nightmare is possible even for those of the First Verse. Is it possible... Is it possible that this Spirit of Truth, twisted and corrupted as it is, is a fraction of Harmony's Nightmare? Created in the wake of his abominable war?" Her face turned to his, deep blue eyes searching what lay behind those bright green orbs of his.
She studied him for a few moments, neither hearing nor caring what his response were. Such thoughts were for later, she decided. Instead, she thought about what else he had said, and something stuck out. Or rather, it confused her. "What do you mean by 'unt'," she said, trying her best to mimic his accent, one eyebrow raised in inquiry, a somewhat devious smile soon replacing the confused expression. "Were you asking me for a roll in the hay?"
"No." He shook his head. "'Unt & th' chase. Yer speciality, Lass."
And just like that, it clicked. She, too, shook her head, but more in amusement than anything. "Very well. Sea, land or air? I believe the the forest will prove a fair middle ground for us both. Will that be acceptable?"
She cocked her head to the side, suddenly confused. If it wasn't to simply get a reaction out of Arcon, then why? The answer came to her in an instant. She already knew why, it was exactly as Crashing had said: She saw something she liked and went for it. So that means I like Arcon? A faint chuckle escaped her. Guess it's no surprise, though. He's powerful, but kind, if a little stiff.
"Thank you, Crashing," she said, looking up at him with the smile still visible on her lips. "I believe I needed that; being told that I am not some 'dumb animal', after all." She closed her eyes briefly and turned her head to the sky, opening them again. "As for the Spirit of Truth. We know that Harmony died when Discord attacked him in eons past. Discord showed us that a Nightmare is possible even for those of the First Verse. Is it possible... Is it possible that this Spirit of Truth, twisted and corrupted as it is, is a fraction of Harmony's Nightmare? Created in the wake of his abominable war?" Her face turned to his, deep blue eyes searching what lay behind those bright green orbs of his.
She studied him for a few moments, neither hearing nor caring what his response were. Such thoughts were for later, she decided. Instead, she thought about what else he had said, and something stuck out. Or rather, it confused her. "What do you mean by 'unt'," she said, trying her best to mimic his accent, one eyebrow raised in inquiry, a somewhat devious smile soon replacing the confused expression. "Were you asking me for a roll in the hay?"
"No." He shook his head. "'Unt & th' chase. Yer speciality, Lass."
And just like that, it clicked. She, too, shook her head, but more in amusement than anything. "Very well. Sea, land or air? I believe the the forest will prove a fair middle ground for us both. Will that be acceptable?"
Alright, Aeon. You said we could come with ideas for custom creatures? Here we go!
Hope you like it!
Hope you like it!
I'm starting next week as well. Do you know if she'll have time to check within the next few days?
He's been there for a couple of days ^^
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/50486/posts/ooc?page=3#post-1600819
Third line :)
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/50486/posts/ooc?page=3#post-1600819
Third line :)
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