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Okay, let's see; I started roleplaying by post way back when that meant writing a turn down by hand, sticking it in an envelope and sending it to a GM through the plain mail, not email. Games I remember with fondness are Saturnalia, Amaranth, Absolute Heroes....

I'm a wannabe writer and love inventing and developing characters and worldbuilding. Fantasy, horror (supernatural) and superhero are probably my favourite genres. I'm not adverse to a bit of cyberpunk or space opera, but hard sci-fi with lots of technobabble leaves me cold.

I can be found lurking on the Nano site or YouTube when I'm not spending time exclusively in the real world and have the same username everywhere, so if you see a Shaitarn on another site feel free to wave.

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Edit: Yay tiger noticed bunnyzilla XD


Well he's kind of hard to miss!

Incidentally, are you using the British/English meaning of 'the two-fingered salute'? Torao might take offence at that!
It was too damn hot! Torao's tail swished idly in annoyance as he wiped at the sweat beading his brow. From colder lands far to the north, the white tiger beastkin had been cursing the weather for the last few days - ever since he left the forest, in fact. At least there the trees had provided him with some shelter; out here the sun could beam down on him with all its unwanted heat and light. He'd long ago stripped off his heavy jacket and if not for the absurd human ideas of 'decency' he would have stripped off his shirt too.

He paused at the gates of the city, checking the map he'd been given - and also, although he'd never admit it to himself, using the moment to steady his nerves. He scanned the map again before returning it to his pack, and checking everything he'd brought with him: his pack, containing all the belongings he'd need at the Academy (spare clothing, books and writing tools), the long dagger in its beaded sheath at his belt and the spear he carried, the sharp head covered now in waterproof oilskin tied tight around it as proof of his peaceful intentions. Outdated the weapon may well have been, but all of Torao's ancestors had been trained in the use of the weapon and it was a strict tradition - one of his family would as soon as cut off their own tail as forego to learn the spear.

His finger flexed nervously around the shaft of the weapon as he remembered his father's parting words with his hands resting heavily on his younger son's shoulders: You are the son of warriors and leaders. Make us proud, my son. Never forget you are tigerkin. A thin smile tugged at his lips; his elder brother's last words as he'd awkwardly embraced his younger sibling had been shorter and more to the point, hissed furiously in his ear: For pity's sake, don't fuck up.

He took a deep breath. Okay. Son of warriors. I can do this. Anyway, he would get to see the human city, and the capital at that! Settling his spear on his shoulder, he walked in through the wide gate.

Within moments Torao was feeling overwhelmed - he'd never imagined a city could be so big! Full of noise and colour and a variety of different smells. His nose wrinkled a little - not all of them were pleasant, either. He found himself staring at the people rushing around, all seemingly intent on going somewhere. So many humans! He drew a few curious stares himself - he supposed it was rare to see one of his kind so far from their own lands.

The noisy clattering of wheels on cobbles caused him to turn and see the biggest beastkin he'd ever clapped eyes on ambling down the street to the side and stopping in front of the inn he'd been told would be his home while he was studying (Ozzy). The larger beastkin was asking if this was the inn they'd be staying at.

Torao strode up quietly behind the larger new arrival, stepping to one side to get a glimpse of his fellow students. As well as the massive bear and a cart full of... stuff, there was a small redheaded bird girl, another, very pale bird girl and...that is the biggest freaking rabbit I've ever seen! Only the lessons in the correct way for a warrior to behave kept Torao from goggling open-mouthed or laughing out loud in disbelief at the sight of a red rabbit, taller than he was by several inches, dressed like a particularly colourful pirate, complete with earrings.

His lips quirked very slightly in a smile, although the tip of his tail twitched with nervousness. Okay - I think this is going to be interesting, if nothing else.
I'm here!
@xKarnival@DannyFenton123@Athinar

Your characters are all accepted and can be moved to the character thread whenever you see fit.

@Athinar Just curious - Amam wasn't hanging around with the Iceni in AD 60 was he? No? Just a thought.
@RaeoftheLight I'm happy with either - I know sometimes you can't find the right picture!

@DannyFenton123 That's more than alright, that's good (plot hook, yes!)!
@BlackPanther I have to say I think you have the best character picture here! I love it!

@Rakurai I have a question: what technology level is this world? Modern day or something more archaic?



Name: Torao
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Animal: White tiger
Height: 5’10”
Hair Colour: White (with darker strands threaded through)
Eye Colour: Yellow

Personality:
Loner/stand-offish. Torao isn’t so much anti-social as possessing a strong desire for his own space. He can only stand people around him for a short span of time before he will lose patience with them and let his inner snark out; this will take the form of sarcasm or downright rudeness (he may actually grow to like some of his fellow classmates, particularly the younger or weaker ones (and his sense of duty may lead him to feel he has to defend them), but he’ll never admit it).

Curious. Torao possesses a seemingly insatiable curiosity about humans (although overlaid with a strong streak of hostility) and he will take risks that may seem foolish to gratify his curiosity.

Background
As warriors and leaders of their tribe of beastkin, Torao’s ancestors were a constant thorn in the side of the human regime – every few years some fresh oppression would bring them snarling out of their village, only to eventually be supressed by the Templers, although always at considerable cost. Their family was only permitted to live due to the fact that they kept the tribe united and, when not rebelling, were a powerful work force, a mix of farmers and hunters and loggers, capable of bring down many of the great wilderness trees that the humans needed for their never ending industry – if the family were wiped out, the tribe would disintegrate into a mob that would have to be liquidated and a healthy chunk of the human tax revenue would be lost.

After the last uprising the few remaining family elders counselled patience: simply wait, until the time was more opportune for them to seize their freedom. When the king’s decree reached the village, it seemed like the opportunity they had been waiting for – it was decided that one of the family would be sent to study at the Academy. When they graduate, they can use the knowledge gained to help the beastkin understand the humans and so negotiate better terms with them (or, whisper it soft now, reveal weaknesses they can exploit to end the human oppression and take a bloody revenge).

Enter Torao. As the second son of the leader’s three children, he was the perfect choice – trained as a warrior, he should have an eye for human weaknesses while being able to defend himself where his beloved younger sister (a mere cub of twelve) might struggle, and being the second son was less valuable than his older brother and heir apparent (and hence expendable).

With an age old creed of honour and duty to the tribe behind him, there was no consideration that Torao might refuse – and in any case, he’s curious about the humans he’s only ever seen from a distance at tax collecting time ( he was caught trying to sneak out to explore the nearest human town three years ago – he still burns with embarrassment when he remembers the look on his older brother’s face when he was dragged in front of a meeting of the elders by the guards); are they really the evil oppressors he’s been brought up to believe?

Other: Every warrior in his family wears a red collar around their throat – it’s a symbol of their enslavement by the humans and by tradition it will only be removed when the beastkin are free. If anyone tried to mess with it, or take the piss, he will do his best to beat the crap out of them.
@DannyFenton123@Fubsy@TheIrishJJ@Necromancy@xKarnival@Athinar@FringedWolf@Ellion@AtlasRedfox@Ebonsquire@Avanhelsing@Tojin@RaeoftheLight@Wade Wilson@TheWildBunnii

Thanks everyone for your interest! The OOC is now up, so feel free to unleash your inner vampire/phoenix/Dresden!

In answer to how many can join: as many as want to. I suspect that the supernaturals will separate into groups to investigate at some point.

Please note I'm not setting any hard and fast rules on what vampires/weres etc. can or can't do because there's no reason why different vampires (for example) from different countries shouldn't have developed different abilities. That said, any sparkly vampires will be staked and beheaded and the ashes of the cremated body will be scattered over the Thames.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/93110-supernatural-london



A secret community of various supernatural creatures living in London is being targeted by a vicious killer or killers. So far three of their number have been killed. As they keep their existence a secret, (for fear of being caged, experimented upon or whatever) the authorities can find nothing linking the crimes. The remaining supernaturals have to put their differences aside and work together to find out who is responsible before more of them are killed, or before one of the investigating agencies finds out what they really are.

I was originally thinking of setting this in modern day London, but if anyone's interested in another time period we could try that. I'm not just talking about vampires and weres for the supernaturals either - selkies, kitsune, dryads; there's no reason why you shouldn't play something more unusual - maybe even just plain old magic-using humans. They just have to be able to pass as human most of the time - at least to a casual glance.

Just a few notes rather than rules

Please don't make super-powered can do everything characters
If you want more than one character, that's fine - you know how many you can handle, but if we need a victim I might ask you to sacrifice one of yours
Usual terms and conditions apply



Any questions? please feel free to ask.
@megatrash

Hey - I quite understand if you don't want to bother with this after all this time. If you do, then - great.

The members of the band (which is called Risen in my head, but we can change that if you like) are:

Chris (24) - lead guitar
Jack (21) bass guitar
Finn (25) - drums, backing vocals

(again, we can change these if you want). They're all NPCs so can be played by either of us as needed.
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