Huh... We don't seem to have m/any aquatic monsters, do we? Maybe I shoulda made a scylla or mershark/mermaid or half-kraken or somethin'... Can just iamgine the reaction of being summoned into existence and while everyone stands around with relative dignity intact, the aquatic monster just bellyflops onto the dungeon floor and starts flailing around like a magikarp outta water. xD
EDIT:
Come to think of it, we're lacking in the avian variety too. Apart from Tyrrania and the Void Angel, I don't anyone else can fly (naturally) can they?
@Burger I asked about the "how long" have we been summond-deal earleir.
How much do our characters know about each other at the start? Like... Do we know what race each other "boss" is, straight out of the gate? Do we know their name? Their titles? Can our characters distinguish between "important" monsters and gacha-mooks just by looking?
Or are you going with the whole, first day at the office with a fresh batch of new-hires who've never met or seen each other before?
Thus, the brave blonde girl and her menagerie of intrepud partners set off, into the great, wide, wild unknown! In search of a supposed exticnt but not really extinct pokemo, to protect it from the clutches of vil bug-eyed bug-maniacs, who'd probably just stick it in a jar and gawk at it all day if they got their grubby mitts on it. Go, Evelyn! Ride, Evelyn! For great justice and animal protectin-rights!
...
And then shit got real damn dark, real damn fast. What the hell!? Was this really a forest? It felt more like they were trying to traverse some kinda organic, plant-covered cave! The road was gone, replaced by a laughable excuse for a 'path', there were no other people, a thick-ass and completely unnecessary misty fog was rolling in, and there weere ledges and drops that would see you fall down into certain doom. Or at least broken limb territory. And good luck getting an abulance or medical chopper to find you in this place!
Evelyn silently cursed under breath. She was really starting to regret her decision. But, she'd come this far, and there was nothing for it but to press on. Growlithe hadn't stopped and barked at anything just yet, so whatever had made thsoes slashy scratches on the trees earlier hand't been found yet.
As the trio proceeded into the dark depths of the Starbur forest, they warily watched the wide variety of potentially vicisous worm-things that were ready to wallop them. Not to mention those cocoon things were just too damn creepy! Did they really need eye sockets!? Joltik latched onto Sentret, who in turn hugged Joltik, while their heads kept turning form left to right and then back again. Meanwhile, the fire-pup was happily just sniffin' that ground, plotting along as if there wasn't anything amiss in the world.
They passed a bunch of little green spider pokemn too. Hmph, those ones ain't got nothing on my Joltik. A certain internal commentary concluded.
But then, everything stopped. They came to a dark place with a lot of fog... But there was somehting in it. Barely visible. Evelyn squinted. Growlithe had, for the moment, stopped. Was that... It? Was that the legendary exticnt pok-OHMYGODISTHATAFAWKIN'HUMANSKULL!?!
Evelyn let out a sharp and girly 'AAaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!', which caused Sentret and Joltik to leap inot the air and scamper around in a circle non-effectively, until they ran into each other and collapsed in a heap. Growlithe just raised his sniffer and looked athe distant, blurry, obscured thing, then shoved the snout back down into the ground.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-what... Why's there... Who... Wha... That's... How did... Who did... Huuuuuuh...?" A very pale-faced Eve was trying to come to terms with the decapitated skeletal remains ahead of her in the dark.
Thankfull, she came to terms with fast. Especially when it started glowing.
As glowy eyes of disturbing doom suddenly stared at her from the bone-head...! Was this some kind of horror movie? Had she become the unfortunate protagonist of some splatter film, where she'd spend the next 1.5 hours running through a nmisty forest while being chased by a lunatic wearing a Swlowbro-mask and wielding a chainsaw!?
... Nope. 'Cuz her handy-dandy Rotom Phone suddenly spoke up.
... Apparently, it wasn't a skull. Just a pokemon. In the sahep of a skull.
Evelyn blinked and stared at the pokemon, who was now staring at her and her own pokemon.
"I... It's a pokemon...? Not a ... Something else... Oh, thank heavens..."
The strength left her legs, and she fell onto the damp ground with her knees together and legs sprawled out in a most indignant fashion. A giant wave of relief washed across her entire being. Thank the frikkin' fates she ahdn't just stumbled upon the remains of some poor, dead traveler who got lost in this damn forest. 'Cuz that woulda been a real bad omen for the blonde. She took a few deep breaths and managed to calm herself down, her pulse slowing back down, her heart stopping it's drum-like palpitations and the color slowly returning to her sheet-white face. Sentret and Joltik had also calmed down, a bit.
"Is... Is this it though? A spinerak with a different body-shape? I... I guess? It was being sought after by those bug-fanatics... Maybe they go crazy over weird little irregularities like this?" She tried to grasp and rationalize the situation. To nobody except herself, of course.
Sentret stayed still, looking at the skull-spider. Joltik though, leapt off his brown-furred friend and slowly approached, tilting his head from side to side and chittering curiously at the other creature. This was,a fter all, a sort of... Cousin(?) to it. Well, at least as far as subspecies were concerned. For now though, Eve was happy enough to keep staying on the ground and calming down for a bit. She'd probably be in an outrage once she got up and noticed any grass or dirt-stains on her clothes, but that was an issue for Future-Eve to deal with.
Evelyn is recovering from nearly fainting from the sight of human-skull-shaped pokemon. Growlithe continues to sniff the ground in search of "The Extinct" pokemon. Sentret is keeping an eye on the Skull-spinerak. Joltik is curiously investigating the Skull-spinerak.
I can picture it now... Gentle slowly sauntering through the hallways of the dungeon, not a thought in his big golem head, then, SUDDENLY, a flash of light! He walks towards the source! And he finds...!
Tyrrania. Stepping on some poor crumpled goblin, foot on his face and a raging, medicine-ball sized fire sphere hovering over her heand as she stares down with disgust, contempt and sadistic glee at the poor critter who is about to suffer (un)divine wrath for his transfressions(?).
"Gentle, like. Flame. Like. Gentle, want!" "Huh? Who the he-- Wai-Wait, what're you?! Stop! Don't come any closer! You'll step on me!"
Tyrrania hurls the fireball at Gentle in a panic, but it whizzes by due to her shitty aim lack of time to properly target the unmissable behemoth. As it flies by, Gentle turns around and watches it. Then starts chasing after it... Like a child chasing after a bouncing ball, complete with outstretched arms and a skip in his step.
@BrokenPromise Yes, I'm aware. I asked the question regarding how the limited player slots would be handled in the interest check. My comment was the result of having just woken up, seeing the brand new OOC and 4 people already having submitted CS'es, and then mentally panicking internally because half of the "potential" spots to be picked for were "potentially already snagged". I am derp.
I go to sleep for like 7 hours and the OOC gets put up and half the application slots get scooped up. Jeez.
I think I've cleaned the CS up and fixed most of the spelling mistakes and/or typos, but there might still be some in there somewhere.
But here's my application nontheless.
Crysia
Rarity ★★★ | Heavy Centaur Knight | Level 1
Appearance:
Stands at a respectable 195 cm (roughly 6'5") tall and weighs in well over 550+ kg (1210+ lbs), and that's without any equipment. Crysia has hazel colored eyes and golden blonde hair, while her equine coat is a snowy white. Her humanoid half is both very voluptuous as well as quite toned, while her horse-half is robust and strong.
Personality:
Depending on your point of view, Crysia is either gallant, brave, proud, heroic, unscrupulous and an unwavering beacon of light! ... Or a bone-headed, simple-minded, reckless, bluntly direct, tactless and stubborn-ass mule. All of the above describes her accurately and truthfully, so it's really a matter of personal preference and the individual scenario at any given time. She likes to thinkh herself noble, eloquent and dignified, but her rather unimpressive vocabulary, knowledge of idioms or metaphors and penchant for brazenly speaking her mind sorta squashes the image of a "refined lady" anytime she speaks for any prolonged period of time.
While confident and proud of her own physique and appearance, she's not exactly the quickest or sharpest tool in the brains-department. Often not understanding jokes or jabs made at her expense, or being completely oblivious or ignorant of sleazy or uncouth innuendos aimed at her, she can appear as a bit of an air-headed ditz. Of course, when she eventually does realize she's been made the fool, or having been the target of lascivious comments, the centaur becomes equally flustered as she becomes outraged, and will seek out and deliver "divine punishment" (despite being a monster) to the guilty. Alas, due to her rather... Lacking... Mental awareness, she's also quite weak to praise, compliments and those who beg... Which just means she's really easy to dupe.
Having a hatred for cowardice and underhanded things, Crysia's really dislikes things like traps, sneak attacks, ambushes and other tactically effective and sound things, and will oft forego them for a far more perilous and costly head-on approach to things. Also, as a bit of a perfectionist and pedantic princess, she doesn't like things that lack "spirit" or "individuality". She can spend a great deal of time and effort on a single project or task, and completely forget that she's got other things to do as well. Time-management isn't her strong suit. And she gets pretty upset when others try to meddle with, or make her "more efficient". She can handle things just fine, thank you very much!
Finally, the centaur has an appreciation for all things pretty. Gems, metals, art, craftmanship, creatures... She enjoys all things that're aesthetically pleasing. She also enjoys food. Like, a lot. She's a big girl and needs to eat, after all. Her dreams revolve around becoming a mighty warlord, who'll lead her mighty army of mighty minions to great glory and victory! ... Though, glory for or from what, or victory against who or what exactly, is a bit fuzzy and unclear.
Abilities:
Horse Powered: Crysia sports incredible physical strength and endurance, meaning she can keep at things for long periods of time without quickly becoming tired or winded. Her strenght is equally shared between her humanoid and horse-halves, meaning she can hit just as hard with her fists as she can deliver bone-shattering, boulder-crushing kicks.
Animal Senses: As a centaur, Crysia has far better hearing, and a far keener sense of smell, than any human. Which is both good and bad, depending on the situation or enviroment.
Sturdy Frame: As a fairly decently sized monster, Cryisa's very tough. It takes a lot to bring her down. In video game-terms, this just means she's got a high HP pool.
Armsmaster: Skilled with a wide variety of weapons, from swords, maces, hammers, axes and spears to bows, slings, throwing-and-fist weapons. She's also good at using shields, both for defense and offense. Not very well versed in more exotic weapons though.
Forgemaster: Crysia's got the knowledge and skill to work a forge or smithy. She can create items - if she has the materials - or reapir busted or broken down stuff, provided she has the tools needed. With a better forge, more tools and higher grade materials, she can create superior equipment eventually.
Inspiring Courage: The centaur is very brave and courageous. She'll ride into battles and conflicts head-on, more than happy to be the first one in and last one out of a fight. Such heroism can inspire others and bolster their morale, giving them courage and improving their will to fight. She's also surprisingly good at being a field commander, as well as an instructor where training is concerned. Perhaps she's just got that natural 'leader' aura?
Bulky Bod': Crysia is a big girl, and as such, she don't do much of that dodgey, twirly, side-stepping fancypants crud. Partly because she doesn't care for it, but also partly because it's anatomically impossible. Also, while she can use bows, certain parts of her physique typically get in the way, or make it really uncomfortable to use them - so she prefers not to wield them.
Chonky: Crysia dummy thicc. Which means she probably shouldn't walk on or try cross things that're structurally unsound or weak... Or y'know, trot in plcaes with loose soil, quicksand, mucky mud and clay... Basically keep her away from things that'll crumble under her weight or cause her to start sinking down into the ground... Unless you wanna be the one trying to pull her back up outta it.
Notes:
Rariry Ranks: Heavy Centaur → Heavy Centaur Squire → Heavy Centaur Knight → Heavy Centaur Champion → Heavy Ceantaur Warlord
The only distinction between a heavy centaur and regular ones is that the former are slower/can't run as fast or jump as far/high, but are physically stronger, more durable and have greater stamina. Oh, and they obviously weigh more, hence the name. In every other regard though, they're the same type of monster.
When confused, stumped or not undestanding something, Crysia will tilt her head with a 'Hmm~?' and stare, blank-faced and oblivious. She's thinking when she does this, so give her a minute.
Crysia is under the firm conviction that Bikini Armor has superior armor class and protective properties when compared to other forms of armor! Whether this is true or not is completely irrelevant.
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