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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:31 pm
Okay, I'm new here, but I'm a moderate to advanced roleplayer. I occasionally post short sentences as a post, and make typos, but I try not to, so please bear with me!
General Rules first. These are my rules, I always post them, so don't mind if you hear them every day please, because I don't like getting hit with giant clubs. o(O_O)o
1.) Your general basics, please... no godmoding, powerplaying, or OOC hitting people with sticks.
2.) Please post your intro in paragraph form. Lists look icky.
3.) Don't ASK to join, just tell me that you are.
4.) No perfect characters! Mine will not be perfect, so don't bother me 'bout that, please. I will abide by my own rules. Duh.
Okay, now the plot.
During the 23rd century, a few years after Sea Base I was built, a young plilosopher by the name of Mokuro discovered a type of shellfish whose flesh, if eaten, would have you fall head over heels for the first person of the opposite gender you saw. Mokuro passed out shellfish to lovers who wanted their relationships to last a lifetime. However, the supply of shellfish was soon running out, and so Mokuro performed a series of experiments on the remaining shellfish, altering their DNA so they would breed faster. Unfortunately, when the altered shellfish were eaten, they caused varying amounts of alteration in ones DNA. Some would sprout ears or a tail, while others would change completely into monsters. Mokuro, who was in love with his apprentice, Mizu, slipped a small shellfish into her mouth, unaware of the changes it would cause in her. He also gave himself a shellfish, and stared lovingly into her eyes. By morning, the young philosopher was gone, the changes taking place into everyone around the world who had eaten a shellfish.
It's kind of short, but it's undeniably original. ^.^ I'll be playing Mizu... oh, and we'll end up by the Singing Tree, in Flamewood. Eventually. And it's about a week or so after the altered shellfish changed everyone, so no one will be very used to it yet.
My introduction, now!
A red-haired girl sat on one of the thicker branches of the Singing Tree, pouring out all of her miseries in a song, in a language that does not translate easily into normal Basic. But one could tell from her continuously fluctuating voice, her emotions pouring out, what she was singing about. She had black feathered wings, like those of a dark angel. Her fox tail and ears twitched nervously, standing out against her feathers. She was unusual, an undeniable Dnashell eater. Though she was very young, her voice was wise, stubborn, and pure. Flamewood's deep and powerful magic was the only thing keeping her there, and drawing many others to the tree.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 3:23 am
Mizu jumped down from the tree, and sat against the trunk. Her dark wings were folded in, her tail curled around her torso. Her large, grey eyes blinked, nearly translucent eyelids masking her eyes. She stopped singing for the moment, her lonesome song over.
Her red and black clothes were ripped and torn, from the growth of her wings and tail- Her hair was messy from her sudden ears as well. What was left fromthe torn shirt was beautiful, in an ominous way, with a red base and silver markings which looked like snakes; and her skirt was black, purely, with multiple tears. The cloth of each looked to be of silk, and recoiled from any other's touch.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 8:15 pm
Tsavo fought to catch her breath as she fought back the bile that threated to rase from her stomach. It had happened once again, her form had altered and once again she had killed. This time it was two theives, shakeing her head the young african born girl tried to chase away the memory of what had happened.
Since she was a child of three Tsavo had known she was difrant, her name alone marking the fact she wasn't normal, her yellow orang eyes, more like a lion's then a humans had also marked her. Recent mounths had caused her to become even more aware of her curse, if that was what it indeed was. With a slight grince Tsavo touched her left arm, it had been shot by one of her victoms while she had been in her alternat form, and the wound had stayed.
"Why is this happening?" Tsavo asked herself in a low voice, woundering why that form would come, and what drove her to kill while in the form of a larg lion.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 1:13 pm
"Wahhhh!" a scream echoed not far off as there was a startled rustling and then a thump.
"Mika you scardy cat! That was your tail!...AGAIN! " A boy's voice hollered with exasperation.
In the area of the yelling voices, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen in age lay sprawled over the log she had tripped over. Black hair framed a cream colored face, as her bright green eyes blinked in startlement. Rolling back onto her feet, she backed a pair of catlike ears and felt the slender tail lash from side to side. She glared straight at a boy, who had the exact same hair and eye color. They were practically twins if you lined them up side by side, with the exception that the boy had more dog-like qualities to his new-found ears and tail.
"Don't make fun of me! I AM scared!" The girl retorted with an angry sniffle, snatching up the black tail that had appeared out of no where on day, she waved it at the boy as if in conformation. " and...and-and I'm part cat too! So yeah I can be a scardy cat! So no more comments from the peanut gallery Fido!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 8:58 am
((No profiles, that I can see. I'm joining, then.))
A kid of fourteen or so was crouched, gargoyle-style, on a roof not so far from where the teenagers were shouting at each other. His light green eyes were following their every movement, but his spiked black hair betrayed no ears. He wasn't wearing any shoes, but his oversized jeans hid his hawklike feet. Growing bored of watching the two, he stood up and stretched his huge brown wings.
He leapt off the rooftop and his wings caught a draft. He glided easily and lit on a tree, scouring the ground with his new eyesight for something interesting.
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