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The gap in the door... it's a separate reality.
The only me is me.
Are you sure the only you is you?
The gap in the door... it's a separate reality.
The only me is me.
Are you sure the only you is you?
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T H E L E G E N D O F Z E L D A: The Lost Knight
The Great Hero, Link, First Knight of Hyrule, has saved his kingdom three times over, from threats each more sinister than the last: the dark rule of Ganondorf, King of Thieves; the chaos sown by the Demon of the Mask, Majora; and the Twilight Invasion by Zant, Usurper King of the Twili. Now, with Zelda reigning over a land of harmony and prosperity, Link is reaching his last years, and wishes to take a grand journey across Hyrule to see the land he saved, and to bid his farewells to old friends.
Link's pilgrimage was to take six months. It has been eight.
Queen Zelda, fearful and ill with worry, has put out a call across the land, seeking valient residents of Hyrule to seek him out, offering a royal bounty of rupees and the gratitude of Hyrule's people to reward success. The quest is set out thus: travel Hyrule, find the lost Knight, and return him to Hyrule Castle, so that he may take his rightful place beside Zelda when their time comes.
The new heroes of Hyrule are to meet in Hyrule Castle's antechamber when the morning sun breaks the horizon, for an audience with Queen Zelda before they undertake their task.
The call for a new protector of Hyrule has been put forth. Will you answer?
Link's pilgrimage was to take six months. It has been eight.
Queen Zelda, fearful and ill with worry, has put out a call across the land, seeking valient residents of Hyrule to seek him out, offering a royal bounty of rupees and the gratitude of Hyrule's people to reward success. The quest is set out thus: travel Hyrule, find the lost Knight, and return him to Hyrule Castle, so that he may take his rightful place beside Zelda when their time comes.
The new heroes of Hyrule are to meet in Hyrule Castle's antechamber when the morning sun breaks the horizon, for an audience with Queen Zelda before they undertake their task.
The call for a new protector of Hyrule has been put forth. Will you answer?
This is a LoZ-verse fandom RP that I've tried to run before elsewhere, and would now like to give a chance at a second life.
The basic premise is above, and will be pursued by you, the players, who will create OC characters (within the bounds of the Zelda universe) that heed the Queen's call for various reasons, and may either band together or quest off on their own. There's a rich history, lore, and world-map that U've put together to really give you the information you will need to undertake your adventure.
I'm looking for 4-6 players, but if interest is high I'll consider more, as long as are larger group doesn't come at the cost of the game. I'm also planning for this to be an advanced RP, but may also think about High-Casual or Casual depending on the feelings of the players.
Any questions and/or takers?
I'm having a lot of fun.
And as far as samples go - hey, I always do.
And as far as samples go - hey, I always do.
Christ.
He throbbed, feeling woozy even from under his eyelids. That wasn't the beer at the Stein, and it wasn't the beer from the crate Stoney had fished from his car. It might have been the vodka they'd had. Wasn't the weed. May have been the E. Elwood patted the floor beside his bed for his phone, the screen glaring harshly in his eyes as he brought it to his face. 8am, and a text from Dove. Another 50. Elwood would have to have another chat about accounts.
"Hey, Elwood! School!"
Shit.
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An hour later and Elwood was on-campus, shirt tucked into trousers and one hand thrust firmly into the pocket of his peacoat, the other running a still-shaky hand through his slicked hair. His pupils were dilated, partly from the hangover and drugs of the night before, and partly from the three cups of coffee he'd had between his dad's house and the school gates (one at home, one from the starbucks on the corner down the block from his house, and one at the cart just down the hill), and his bladder was full of yesterday's beer and this morning's black caffiene. He sniffed, the cool morning air invigorating him, and looked up toward the sky. Beautiful stark blue, with a white shining sun. It would be a warm day. Elwood shielded his eyes lest his head start to throb again.
Alas, Block appeared.
"Heading under the overpass tonight, Elwood?"
"Overpass? Fuck are you talking about, Block?"
"Some party. Ya ain't heard?"
"No, Block, I 'ain't heard', obviously."
"Bunch'a kids are heading down after dark, attendance seems to be hundreds plus. Should be pretty blaster."
"'Pretty blaster'?" Elwood said incredulously, throwing a hand up for silence before Block had even drawn breath to respond. "Shut up, Block. My head is heavy and I have a whole fuckin' day of school to get through before I even think about more beer and god knows what else Stoney and Roy turn up with, and that's all after you assault me before I even get five feet onto school grounds."
Block scowled, but put his hands in his pockets and shut up, walking alongside Elwood. They took strides in silence, until a cherry red sports car pulled up in front of them. Elwood swore as Alexis hopped out, and then quickly walked around the car and toward the main building.
"That smart-ass waitress from the pub."
"Sure is, Elwood."
"Shut up, Block."
They watched as Alexis met her boyfriend, son of the city's local tech-mogul, and then walked a few paces behind them as they all entered the halls. Some inane discussion about a garage band, because of course the pretentious wanker had a garage band. Elwood kept his head down as he and Block passed them, but was caught by a tap on his shoulder. He whirled round, a few strands of hair breaking free and flopping down over his forehead, only to be smoothed back again .
"Yo buddy, please tell my girl why Kurt Cobain was one of the greatest artists of our time." Zebulun asked Elwood, and Elwood sneered.
"I think 'was' is the best part of that sentence." He replied, before nodding at Alexis. "Loved your performance last night. Very believable. I'll let the Mavericks know where they can send their offer letter."
Elwood walked off, shoulder-checking Zebulun as he went - and Block followed. He just needed to get through school, and he could return to drinking. He probably would end up at this party. It would be better than anywhere else.
What's the worst that could happen?
He throbbed, feeling woozy even from under his eyelids. That wasn't the beer at the Stein, and it wasn't the beer from the crate Stoney had fished from his car. It might have been the vodka they'd had. Wasn't the weed. May have been the E. Elwood patted the floor beside his bed for his phone, the screen glaring harshly in his eyes as he brought it to his face. 8am, and a text from Dove. Another 50. Elwood would have to have another chat about accounts.
"Hey, Elwood! School!"
Shit.
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An hour later and Elwood was on-campus, shirt tucked into trousers and one hand thrust firmly into the pocket of his peacoat, the other running a still-shaky hand through his slicked hair. His pupils were dilated, partly from the hangover and drugs of the night before, and partly from the three cups of coffee he'd had between his dad's house and the school gates (one at home, one from the starbucks on the corner down the block from his house, and one at the cart just down the hill), and his bladder was full of yesterday's beer and this morning's black caffiene. He sniffed, the cool morning air invigorating him, and looked up toward the sky. Beautiful stark blue, with a white shining sun. It would be a warm day. Elwood shielded his eyes lest his head start to throb again.
Alas, Block appeared.
"Heading under the overpass tonight, Elwood?"
"Overpass? Fuck are you talking about, Block?"
"Some party. Ya ain't heard?"
"No, Block, I 'ain't heard', obviously."
"Bunch'a kids are heading down after dark, attendance seems to be hundreds plus. Should be pretty blaster."
"'Pretty blaster'?" Elwood said incredulously, throwing a hand up for silence before Block had even drawn breath to respond. "Shut up, Block. My head is heavy and I have a whole fuckin' day of school to get through before I even think about more beer and god knows what else Stoney and Roy turn up with, and that's all after you assault me before I even get five feet onto school grounds."
Block scowled, but put his hands in his pockets and shut up, walking alongside Elwood. They took strides in silence, until a cherry red sports car pulled up in front of them. Elwood swore as Alexis hopped out, and then quickly walked around the car and toward the main building.
"That smart-ass waitress from the pub."
"Sure is, Elwood."
"Shut up, Block."
They watched as Alexis met her boyfriend, son of the city's local tech-mogul, and then walked a few paces behind them as they all entered the halls. Some inane discussion about a garage band, because of course the pretentious wanker had a garage band. Elwood kept his head down as he and Block passed them, but was caught by a tap on his shoulder. He whirled round, a few strands of hair breaking free and flopping down over his forehead, only to be smoothed back again .
"Yo buddy, please tell my girl why Kurt Cobain was one of the greatest artists of our time." Zebulun asked Elwood, and Elwood sneered.
"I think 'was' is the best part of that sentence." He replied, before nodding at Alexis. "Loved your performance last night. Very believable. I'll let the Mavericks know where they can send their offer letter."
Elwood walked off, shoulder-checking Zebulun as he went - and Block followed. He just needed to get through school, and he could return to drinking. He probably would end up at this party. It would be better than anywhere else.
What's the worst that could happen?
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Piper. No last name.
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Currently uses 'Flechette' to protect her identity.
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17
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(No Anime/Manga Pictures, everything else is fair game. Please include a written description to elaborate upon your picture. Also I should note that a costume is probably not your smartest idea as you'd be put down almost immediately.)
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Piper possesses low-level ferrokinesis - the manipulation of metal. This ability manifests through a mutated gene that causes two important extra functions within her body: the excessive production of iron by her bone marrow, and the formulation of a bizarre compound within her blood that binds with this iron. These two functions in tandem allow Piper to create small shards and splinters of moldable metal within her blood, that she can then eject from her skin. Right now, this allows Piper two skills: throwing small dart-like splinters from her arms and hands, and pushing small shards through the surface of her skin to grant herself sharp, metal barbs.
As these shards leave Piper's skin, they leave small wounds; perhaps as a result, Piper has an unconscious defense mechanism against the damage she does to herself. As her metal passes through her skin, a minute quantity breaks off from the shard and is left behind in the sub-dermal layer, which then spreads across the small puncture and blocks bacteria from the outside, and blood from the inside, until Piper's own immune system kicks in moments later to begin healing the wound. However, this protection does nothing against outside aggression, as it requires the remnants of her own metal to react to the wound left behind.
Eventually, Piper will be able to create and eject larger shards of metal, and force them into shapes she is currently incapable of - hooks, blades, daggers - and even form it around her own fists to allow her harder hits - with a lot of time and some intense practice, she'll also be able to spread it throughout her body on a sub-dermal layer, making her incredibly durable.
As these shards leave Piper's skin, they leave small wounds; perhaps as a result, Piper has an unconscious defense mechanism against the damage she does to herself. As her metal passes through her skin, a minute quantity breaks off from the shard and is left behind in the sub-dermal layer, which then spreads across the small puncture and blocks bacteria from the outside, and blood from the inside, until Piper's own immune system kicks in moments later to begin healing the wound. However, this protection does nothing against outside aggression, as it requires the remnants of her own metal to react to the wound left behind.
Eventually, Piper will be able to create and eject larger shards of metal, and force them into shapes she is currently incapable of - hooks, blades, daggers - and even form it around her own fists to allow her harder hits - with a lot of time and some intense practice, she'll also be able to spread it throughout her body on a sub-dermal layer, making her incredibly durable.
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(Who are you? Where did you come from and how did you get thrown in prison.)
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(Be sure to show off your character's personality here and maybe some of their abilities. If you need an idea for this post, why not cover the day you were imprisoned.)
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-My favourite beverage is Kirin Ichiban, a delicious Japanese lager.
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Elwood P. Dowd
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Nothing he'd want you to use.
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Fenrir
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Lupine-Bestial Transformation
The ability to transform parts or the entirety of ones body to a larger, more ferocious lupine-form beast, with greater strength, resilience, speed, reflexes, senses and fury.
Currently, Elwood finds it very difficult to dictate when he may transform, or where, or the extent of the transformation - for the moment, he is completely unable to transform consciously to any measure. Furthermore, while any part of Elwood is shifted into his beast-form, Elwood's rational, 'human' mind finds it harder to maintain control, losing ground to Elwood's instinctual, 'animal' mind, concerned only with the base needs and survival - Elwood's animal mind is also less resilient to psychic offense, and the more control it has, the more vulnerable Elwood is to mental attacks. A full transformation is almost a complete surrender of Elwood's rational thought, and it will last until he is killed, exhausted, or the beast believes itself completely out of danger (a rare occurrence at best).
Elwood's beast-form is, while tougher and physically superior, still susceptible to damage, and while it takes more punishment, it does not heal its wounds any quicker, and grievous wounds sustained by Elwood's beast-form will be transferred to Elwood himself should they remain at the time of the transformation wearing off. Equally, while Elwood's human wounds are lessened upon a transformation, they are not lost completely. When fully transformed, Elwood can lift a maximum of between one or two tonnes, and reach a sprinting speed of 40mph.
Elwood does not receive any physical boons or mental boons to his natural human self as a secondary result of his powers.
The ability to transform parts or the entirety of ones body to a larger, more ferocious lupine-form beast, with greater strength, resilience, speed, reflexes, senses and fury.
Currently, Elwood finds it very difficult to dictate when he may transform, or where, or the extent of the transformation - for the moment, he is completely unable to transform consciously to any measure. Furthermore, while any part of Elwood is shifted into his beast-form, Elwood's rational, 'human' mind finds it harder to maintain control, losing ground to Elwood's instinctual, 'animal' mind, concerned only with the base needs and survival - Elwood's animal mind is also less resilient to psychic offense, and the more control it has, the more vulnerable Elwood is to mental attacks. A full transformation is almost a complete surrender of Elwood's rational thought, and it will last until he is killed, exhausted, or the beast believes itself completely out of danger (a rare occurrence at best).
Elwood's beast-form is, while tougher and physically superior, still susceptible to damage, and while it takes more punishment, it does not heal its wounds any quicker, and grievous wounds sustained by Elwood's beast-form will be transferred to Elwood himself should they remain at the time of the transformation wearing off. Equally, while Elwood's human wounds are lessened upon a transformation, they are not lost completely. When fully transformed, Elwood can lift a maximum of between one or two tonnes, and reach a sprinting speed of 40mph.
Elwood does not receive any physical boons or mental boons to his natural human self as a secondary result of his powers.
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"I still expect a tip."
Well, 'sweet cheeks', ya ain't gettin' one from me and the boys. Elwood turned back around in his seat to face the table and the aforementioned boys seated around it, his hand lifting his beer to his mouth and back down again. He tuned back in to the conversation.
"How the fuck does she get away with that. Ain't there laws against assaultin' yer patrons?"" Asked Block - big guy, tall, wide, meat of the group. He was answered by another opposite - Roy, weedy like Elwood but without the sharpness.
"Are you fuckin' serious? She's Serena's golden girl, pretty and witty and very careful about bein' 'badass'. One of those 'strong women' types, y'know?"
"Second-hand mommy's little princess. Almost a bonafide talent." Elwood interjected befoer taking another drink, the boys muttering amused agreements before lapsing into silence.
"'Ere, Elwood, did y'hear about Mack?" Roy asked, and Elwood shook his head. "Fucker got nicked, eh?" Elwood shood his head again, this time in mock-disbelief. Mack was dumb too.
"What for this time?"
"Possession, intent to supply. I hear they might even gun for production."
"Weed?"
"Coke."
"Fuckin' retard." Elwood said, and Roy nodded.
"Got blown wide open by a sleeper. Can you believe it? PD are getting bored, bustin' kids on givin' away some fun."
"PD are getting lazy, Roy. Mack's an easy target. Guy wasn't subtle."
"You're jus' pissed 'cause he was your supply. Never get prices like that from anyone else, Woody." Said Stoney - fancied himself something big, Stoney did, but he'd never amount. Elwood shot him down with an acid glare, for both the remark and the nickname.
"Didn't buy fuckin' coke off the dick'ed, Pebble. Only weed on the regular, occasional E pill. Fuck knows what he cut his coke with."
"Whatever. Doesn't change that we gotta find a new botanist."
"Big word, Stoney." Roy said, flashing a smirk. Stoney stared back, sullen and unamused.
"Who gives a shit. Get weed off any johnny. Stand up in this pub and shout pot, you'll have thirty baggies in the air. It's E that's the problem. Everyone else knows how much it should be goin' for." Elwood thought. "I'll give Dove a ring."
"Dove's still gunnin' after you, Elwood." Block said, scratching his stubble. Elwood met his gaze. "You still owe him 50 for the last lot - before Mack started droppin' to you." Elwood stared a bit harder. "...or so 'e reckons, at least."
"Well, I'll have to convince him that all our account were settled." The boys nodded to themselves, and then looked up and past Elwood's shoulder. Elwood sighed.
He could feel the presence. Smell the night air on him, so different to the pub atmosphere - crisper, more gasoline fumes. The cold ebbed off him too. Elwood turned, shirt pulling tight against his body as he rotated awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"ID, please. All o'ya." He asked, and Elwood lost his smile.
"You let us in, didn't you?" He asked. "What, you think jus' because this pub's like stepping back thirty years, we've gone with it?"
The bouncer stayed silent, taking Roy and Block's liscences as Stoney fumbled for his. Elwood scowled at them.
"Bet it's Block's boyish looks. Wanna make sure he's legal, don't ya?" He said, and this time Block scowled.
"Shut up, Elwood."
"Listen to your mate, Elwood. ID." Elwood grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out his card and handing it over. The bouncer looked at it and handed it back. "Fake. Get out." Elwood's face flashed with anger.
"Fake? What, good enough to let me in and spend some money but not good enough to make sure I have a nice night out with the lads? You doubtin' your own checkin, now, boyo?"
"Elwood..." Roy started, but Elwood shut him up with a hand.
"Seriously, I wanna know. Your job to ruin someone's night with shitty allegations? Ain't my fault if you doubt your compentancy in your job role." Elwood snapped, and the bouncer's face went from bored to dark.
"Didn't help your case by loudly talking about who your next drug dealer is gonna be, boy. Get out. Of my pub."
"Oh, your pub? Well, sorry Serena, didn't recognize you without heels and a low-cut dress to show off your cleavage. But hey," Elwood gestured to the bouncer's chest, "honestly, I'm still impressed."
The bouncer put a hand on Elwood's shoulder, hard and tight. "Last chance. Leave."
"Or what, sucker punch me? Guess that's in the employee contract, eh, smack anyone who's tryin' to have a laugh?" Elwood met the bouncer's gaze and they stared for a good long moment. Elwood got up from his seat, quickly, throwing his hands up to knock the bouncer's arm away.
"Whatever. I'm fuckin' leavin'. Got better places to be than this rat's nest anyway." With that, the boys stood up, Elwood took his coat off a hook and threw it over his shirt, and they all left. They had a beer crate in Stoney's car, and both Elwood and Roy were holding something to smoke.
It probably would have been better for the town as a whole if the bouncer hadn't kicked them out.
Well, 'sweet cheeks', ya ain't gettin' one from me and the boys. Elwood turned back around in his seat to face the table and the aforementioned boys seated around it, his hand lifting his beer to his mouth and back down again. He tuned back in to the conversation.
"How the fuck does she get away with that. Ain't there laws against assaultin' yer patrons?"" Asked Block - big guy, tall, wide, meat of the group. He was answered by another opposite - Roy, weedy like Elwood but without the sharpness.
"Are you fuckin' serious? She's Serena's golden girl, pretty and witty and very careful about bein' 'badass'. One of those 'strong women' types, y'know?"
"Second-hand mommy's little princess. Almost a bonafide talent." Elwood interjected befoer taking another drink, the boys muttering amused agreements before lapsing into silence.
"'Ere, Elwood, did y'hear about Mack?" Roy asked, and Elwood shook his head. "Fucker got nicked, eh?" Elwood shood his head again, this time in mock-disbelief. Mack was dumb too.
"What for this time?"
"Possession, intent to supply. I hear they might even gun for production."
"Weed?"
"Coke."
"Fuckin' retard." Elwood said, and Roy nodded.
"Got blown wide open by a sleeper. Can you believe it? PD are getting bored, bustin' kids on givin' away some fun."
"PD are getting lazy, Roy. Mack's an easy target. Guy wasn't subtle."
"You're jus' pissed 'cause he was your supply. Never get prices like that from anyone else, Woody." Said Stoney - fancied himself something big, Stoney did, but he'd never amount. Elwood shot him down with an acid glare, for both the remark and the nickname.
"Didn't buy fuckin' coke off the dick'ed, Pebble. Only weed on the regular, occasional E pill. Fuck knows what he cut his coke with."
"Whatever. Doesn't change that we gotta find a new botanist."
"Big word, Stoney." Roy said, flashing a smirk. Stoney stared back, sullen and unamused.
"Who gives a shit. Get weed off any johnny. Stand up in this pub and shout pot, you'll have thirty baggies in the air. It's E that's the problem. Everyone else knows how much it should be goin' for." Elwood thought. "I'll give Dove a ring."
"Dove's still gunnin' after you, Elwood." Block said, scratching his stubble. Elwood met his gaze. "You still owe him 50 for the last lot - before Mack started droppin' to you." Elwood stared a bit harder. "...or so 'e reckons, at least."
"Well, I'll have to convince him that all our account were settled." The boys nodded to themselves, and then looked up and past Elwood's shoulder. Elwood sighed.
He could feel the presence. Smell the night air on him, so different to the pub atmosphere - crisper, more gasoline fumes. The cold ebbed off him too. Elwood turned, shirt pulling tight against his body as he rotated awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"ID, please. All o'ya." He asked, and Elwood lost his smile.
"You let us in, didn't you?" He asked. "What, you think jus' because this pub's like stepping back thirty years, we've gone with it?"
The bouncer stayed silent, taking Roy and Block's liscences as Stoney fumbled for his. Elwood scowled at them.
"Bet it's Block's boyish looks. Wanna make sure he's legal, don't ya?" He said, and this time Block scowled.
"Shut up, Elwood."
"Listen to your mate, Elwood. ID." Elwood grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out his card and handing it over. The bouncer looked at it and handed it back. "Fake. Get out." Elwood's face flashed with anger.
"Fake? What, good enough to let me in and spend some money but not good enough to make sure I have a nice night out with the lads? You doubtin' your own checkin, now, boyo?"
"Elwood..." Roy started, but Elwood shut him up with a hand.
"Seriously, I wanna know. Your job to ruin someone's night with shitty allegations? Ain't my fault if you doubt your compentancy in your job role." Elwood snapped, and the bouncer's face went from bored to dark.
"Didn't help your case by loudly talking about who your next drug dealer is gonna be, boy. Get out. Of my pub."
"Oh, your pub? Well, sorry Serena, didn't recognize you without heels and a low-cut dress to show off your cleavage. But hey," Elwood gestured to the bouncer's chest, "honestly, I'm still impressed."
The bouncer put a hand on Elwood's shoulder, hard and tight. "Last chance. Leave."
"Or what, sucker punch me? Guess that's in the employee contract, eh, smack anyone who's tryin' to have a laugh?" Elwood met the bouncer's gaze and they stared for a good long moment. Elwood got up from his seat, quickly, throwing his hands up to knock the bouncer's arm away.
"Whatever. I'm fuckin' leavin'. Got better places to be than this rat's nest anyway." With that, the boys stood up, Elwood took his coat off a hook and threw it over his shirt, and they all left. They had a beer crate in Stoney's car, and both Elwood and Roy were holding something to smoke.
It probably would have been better for the town as a whole if the bouncer hadn't kicked them out.
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-Possesses a mean temper.
-Possesses a desire to prove himself, though he's not sure what of.
-Does not necessarily associate himself with the 'right crowd'.
-Does not particularly care about who he associates himself with, 'right crowd' or no.
-Enjoys Japanese lagers as his drink of choice, as do I.
-Possesses a desire to prove himself, though he's not sure what of.
-Does not necessarily associate himself with the 'right crowd'.
-Does not particularly care about who he associates himself with, 'right crowd' or no.
-Enjoys Japanese lagers as his drink of choice, as do I.
Got Elwood's sample post up, so his CS is complete. And christ, I meant to write him as an asshole, but he in an asshole.
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I think gm stated a no werewolf rule.... I could be wrong tho, im reading lots of roleplays right now :)
You let me worry about which rules I may or may not be breaking.
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Elwood Peter Dowd
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Nothing he'd want you to use.
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Fenrir
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Lupine-Bestial Transformation
The ability to transform parts or the entirety of ones body to a larger, more ferocious lupine-form beast, with greater strength, resilience, speed, reflexes, senses and fury.
Currently, Elwood finds it very difficult to dictate when he may transform, or where, or the extent of the transformation - for the moment, he is completely unable to transform consciously to any measure. Furthermore, while any part of Elwood is shifted into his beast-form, Elwood's rational, 'human' mind finds it harder to maintain control, losing ground to Elwood's instinctual, 'animal' mind, concerned only with the base needs and survival - Elwood's animal mind is also less resilient to psychic offense, and the more control it has, the more vulnerable Elwood is to mental attacks. A full transformation is almost a complete surrender of Elwood's rational thought, and it will last until he is killed, exhausted, or the beast believes itself completely out of danger (a rare occurrence at best).
Elwood's beast-form is, while tougher and physically superior, still susceptible to damage, and while it takes more punishment, it does not heal its wounds any quicker, and grievous wounds sustained by Elwood's beast-form will be transferred to Elwood himself should they remain at the time of the transformation wearing off. Equally, while Elwood's human wounds are lessened upon a transformation, they are not lost completely. When fully transformed, Elwood can lift a maximum of between one or two tonnes, and reach a sprinting speed of 40mph.
Elwood does not receive any physical boons or mental boons to his natural human self as a secondary result of his powers.
The ability to transform parts or the entirety of ones body to a larger, more ferocious lupine-form beast, with greater strength, resilience, speed, reflexes, senses and fury.
Currently, Elwood finds it very difficult to dictate when he may transform, or where, or the extent of the transformation - for the moment, he is completely unable to transform consciously to any measure. Furthermore, while any part of Elwood is shifted into his beast-form, Elwood's rational, 'human' mind finds it harder to maintain control, losing ground to Elwood's instinctual, 'animal' mind, concerned only with the base needs and survival - Elwood's animal mind is also less resilient to psychic offense, and the more control it has, the more vulnerable Elwood is to mental attacks. A full transformation is almost a complete surrender of Elwood's rational thought, and it will last until he is killed, exhausted, or the beast believes itself completely out of danger (a rare occurrence at best).
Elwood's beast-form is, while tougher and physically superior, still susceptible to damage, and while it takes more punishment, it does not heal its wounds any quicker, and grievous wounds sustained by Elwood's beast-form will be transferred to Elwood himself should they remain at the time of the transformation wearing off. Equally, while Elwood's human wounds are lessened upon a transformation, they are not lost completely. When fully transformed, Elwood can lift a maximum of between one or two tonnes, and reach a sprinting speed of 40mph.
Elwood does not receive any physical boons or mental boons to his natural human self as a secondary result of his powers.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"I still expect a tip."
Well, 'sweet cheeks', ya ain't gettin' one from me and the boys. Elwood turned back around in his seat to face the table and the aforementioned boys seated around it, his hand lifting his beer to his mouth and back down again. He tuned back in to the conversation.
"How the fuck does she get away with that. Ain't there laws against assaultin' yer patrons?"" Asked Block - big guy, tall, wide, meat of the group. He was answered by another opposite - Roy, weedy like Elwood but without the sharpness.
"Are you fuckin' serious? She's Serena's golden girl, pretty and witty and very careful about bein' 'badass'. One of those 'strong women' types, y'know?"
"Second-hand mommy's little princess. Almost a bonafide talent." Elwood interjected befoer taking another drink, the boys muttering amused agreements before lapsing into silence.
"'Ere, Elwood, did y'hear about Mack?" Roy asked, and Elwood shook his head. "Fucker got nicked, eh?" Elwood shood his head again, this time in mock-disbelief. Mack was dumb too.
"What for this time?"
"Possession, intent to supply. I hear they might even gun for production."
"Weed?"
"Coke."
"Fuckin' retard." Elwood said, and Roy nodded.
"Got blown wide open by a sleeper. Can you believe it? PD are getting bored, bustin' kids on givin' away some fun."
"PD are getting lazy, Roy. Mack's an easy target. Guy wasn't subtle."
"You're jus' pissed 'cause he was your supply. Never get prices like that from anyone else, Woody." Said Stoney - fancied himself something big, Stoney did, but he'd never amount. Elwood shot him down with an acid glare, for both the remark and the nickname.
"Didn't buy fuckin' coke off the dick'ed, Pebble. Only weed on the regular, occasional E pill. Fuck knows what he cut his coke with."
"Whatever. Doesn't change that we gotta find a new botanist."
"Big word, Stoney." Roy said, flashing a smirk. Stoney stared back, sullen and unamused.
"Who gives a shit. Get weed off any johnny. Stand up in this pub and shout pot, you'll have thirty baggies in the air. It's E that's the problem. Everyone else knows how much it should be goin' for." Elwood thought. "I'll give Dove a ring."
"Dove's still gunnin' after you, Elwood." Block said, scratching his stubble. Elwood met his gaze. "You still owe him 50 for the last lot - before Mack started droppin' to you." Elwood stared a bit harder. "...or so 'e reckons, at least."
"Well, I'll have to convince him that all our account were settled." The boys nodded to themselves, and then looked up and past Elwood's shoulder. Elwood sighed.
He could feel the presence. Smell the night air on him, so different to the pub atmosphere - crisper, more gasoline fumes. The cold ebbed off him too. Elwood turned, shirt pulling tight against his body as he rotated awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"ID, please. All o'ya." He asked, and Elwood lost his smile.
"You let us in, didn't you?" He asked. "What, you think jus' because this pub's like stepping back thirty years, we've gone with it?"
The bouncer stayed silent, taking Roy and Block's liscences as Stoney fumbled for his. Elwood scowled at them.
"Bet it's Block's boyish looks. Wanna make sure he's legal, don't ya?" He said, and this time Block scowled.
"Shut up, Elwood."
"Listen to your mate, Elwood. ID." Elwood grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out his card and handing it over. The bouncer looked at it and handed it back. "Fake. Get out." Elwood's face flashed with anger.
"Fake? What, good enough to let me in and spend some money but not good enough to make sure I have a nice night out with the lads? You doubtin' your own checkin, now, boyo?"
"Elwood..." Roy started, but Elwood shut him up with a hand.
"Seriously, I wanna know. Your job to ruin someone's night with shitty allegations? Ain't my fault if you doubt your compentancy in your job role." Elwood snapped, and the bouncer's face went from bored to dark.
"Didn't help your case by loudly talking about who your next drug dealer is gonna be, boy. Get out. Of my pub."
"Oh, your pub? Well, sorry Serena, didn't recognize you without heels and a low-cut dress to show off your cleavage. But hey," Elwood gestured to the bouncer's chest, "honestly, I'm still impressed."
The bouncer put a hand on Elwood's shoulder, hard and tight. "Last chance. Leave."
"Or what, sucker punch me? Guess that's in the employee contract, eh, smack anyone who's tryin' to have a laugh?" Elwood met the bouncer's gaze and they stared for a good long moment. Elwood got up from his seat, quickly, throwing his hands up to knock the bouncer's arm away.
"Whatever. I'm fuckin' leavin'. Got better places to be than this rat's nest anyway." With that, the boys stood up, Elwood took his coat off a hook and threw it over his shirt, and they all left. They had a beer crate in Stoney's car, and both Elwood and Roy were holding something to smoke.
It probably would have been better for the town as a whole if the bouncer hadn't kicked them out.
Well, 'sweet cheeks', ya ain't gettin' one from me and the boys. Elwood turned back around in his seat to face the table and the aforementioned boys seated around it, his hand lifting his beer to his mouth and back down again. He tuned back in to the conversation.
"How the fuck does she get away with that. Ain't there laws against assaultin' yer patrons?"" Asked Block - big guy, tall, wide, meat of the group. He was answered by another opposite - Roy, weedy like Elwood but without the sharpness.
"Are you fuckin' serious? She's Serena's golden girl, pretty and witty and very careful about bein' 'badass'. One of those 'strong women' types, y'know?"
"Second-hand mommy's little princess. Almost a bonafide talent." Elwood interjected befoer taking another drink, the boys muttering amused agreements before lapsing into silence.
"'Ere, Elwood, did y'hear about Mack?" Roy asked, and Elwood shook his head. "Fucker got nicked, eh?" Elwood shood his head again, this time in mock-disbelief. Mack was dumb too.
"What for this time?"
"Possession, intent to supply. I hear they might even gun for production."
"Weed?"
"Coke."
"Fuckin' retard." Elwood said, and Roy nodded.
"Got blown wide open by a sleeper. Can you believe it? PD are getting bored, bustin' kids on givin' away some fun."
"PD are getting lazy, Roy. Mack's an easy target. Guy wasn't subtle."
"You're jus' pissed 'cause he was your supply. Never get prices like that from anyone else, Woody." Said Stoney - fancied himself something big, Stoney did, but he'd never amount. Elwood shot him down with an acid glare, for both the remark and the nickname.
"Didn't buy fuckin' coke off the dick'ed, Pebble. Only weed on the regular, occasional E pill. Fuck knows what he cut his coke with."
"Whatever. Doesn't change that we gotta find a new botanist."
"Big word, Stoney." Roy said, flashing a smirk. Stoney stared back, sullen and unamused.
"Who gives a shit. Get weed off any johnny. Stand up in this pub and shout pot, you'll have thirty baggies in the air. It's E that's the problem. Everyone else knows how much it should be goin' for." Elwood thought. "I'll give Dove a ring."
"Dove's still gunnin' after you, Elwood." Block said, scratching his stubble. Elwood met his gaze. "You still owe him 50 for the last lot - before Mack started droppin' to you." Elwood stared a bit harder. "...or so 'e reckons, at least."
"Well, I'll have to convince him that all our account were settled." The boys nodded to themselves, and then looked up and past Elwood's shoulder. Elwood sighed.
He could feel the presence. Smell the night air on him, so different to the pub atmosphere - crisper, more gasoline fumes. The cold ebbed off him too. Elwood turned, shirt pulling tight against his body as he rotated awkwardly.
"Yeah?"
"ID, please. All o'ya." He asked, and Elwood lost his smile.
"You let us in, didn't you?" He asked. "What, you think jus' because this pub's like stepping back thirty years, we've gone with it?"
The bouncer stayed silent, taking Roy and Block's liscences as Stoney fumbled for his. Elwood scowled at them.
"Bet it's Block's boyish looks. Wanna make sure he's legal, don't ya?" He said, and this time Block scowled.
"Shut up, Elwood."
"Listen to your mate, Elwood. ID." Elwood grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out his card and handing it over. The bouncer looked at it and handed it back. "Fake. Get out." Elwood's face flashed with anger.
"Fake? What, good enough to let me in and spend some money but not good enough to make sure I have a nice night out with the lads? You doubtin' your own checkin, now, boyo?"
"Elwood..." Roy started, but Elwood shut him up with a hand.
"Seriously, I wanna know. Your job to ruin someone's night with shitty allegations? Ain't my fault if you doubt your compentancy in your job role." Elwood snapped, and the bouncer's face went from bored to dark.
"Didn't help your case by loudly talking about who your next drug dealer is gonna be, boy. Get out. Of my pub."
"Oh, your pub? Well, sorry Serena, didn't recognize you without heels and a low-cut dress to show off your cleavage. But hey," Elwood gestured to the bouncer's chest, "honestly, I'm still impressed."
The bouncer put a hand on Elwood's shoulder, hard and tight. "Last chance. Leave."
"Or what, sucker punch me? Guess that's in the employee contract, eh, smack anyone who's tryin' to have a laugh?" Elwood met the bouncer's gaze and they stared for a good long moment. Elwood got up from his seat, quickly, throwing his hands up to knock the bouncer's arm away.
"Whatever. I'm fuckin' leavin'. Got better places to be than this rat's nest anyway." With that, the boys stood up, Elwood took his coat off a hook and threw it over his shirt, and they all left. They had a beer crate in Stoney's car, and both Elwood and Roy were holding something to smoke.
It probably would have been better for the town as a whole if the bouncer hadn't kicked them out.
| NOTES: |
-Possesses a mean temper.
-Possesses a desire to prove himself, though he's not sure what of.
-Does not necessarily associate himself with the 'right crowd'.
-Does not particularly care about who he associates himself with, 'right crowd' or no.
-Enjoys Japanese lagers as his drink of choice, as do I.
-Possesses a desire to prove himself, though he's not sure what of.
-Does not necessarily associate himself with the 'right crowd'.
-Does not particularly care about who he associates himself with, 'right crowd' or no.
-Enjoys Japanese lagers as his drink of choice, as do I.
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