Don't want to be a boring old human, elf, gnome or dwarf? Maybe you just want to be a Zoanthrope or even a dragon? You'll have to apply for it here. Note that not everyone will be allowed an alternate race, and not all races will be allowed as alternates at all times. We do have to keep at least a few "Normal" people around.
To be approved for an alternative race, you must show understanding of that race's unique traits, skill in realistically portraying a character of that race, and have a valid reason for choosing the race. All reasons will be reviewed individually and on their own merits however, so what is considered valid for one application may not be seen as valid for another. Impress us, and you'll get what you're after.
Keep in mind that your goal is to impress us with your skill as a writer, and your ability to play your desired race. High literacy is not required, but will help you, especially if you choose a particularly powerful race. Likewise boring us with an unnecessarily long sample will reduce your chances of getting the race. Be creative, be interesting, and prove you have what it takes.
Note that Vampires and Werewolves will never be given via application, nor will any other race or trait attained or attainable through RP.
[size=14]► [b]{Username}[/b] ► [b]{Character Name}[/b] ► [b]Character Race:[/b][/size] {Race Name} ► [b]Character Breed:[/b][/size] {What specific type of animal are you? Zoans Only} ► [b]Why do you want this race?:[/b] {Answer} ► [b]What do you know about this race?:[/b] {Answer} ► [b]Why should we give you this race?:[/b] {Answer} ► [b]Animal Trait:[/b] {Zoanthropes Only: Describe what trait or bonus your Zoanthrope will retain while in their base form.} ► [b]RP Sample:[/b] {Provide a sample of your character, utilizing this race. The sample may be of any situation you like, so long as you are able to showcase the character's race to it's full extent. Extra points for creativity.}
Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 11:00 pm
► HeadlessKoko ► {TBD} ► Character Race: Human/Zoanthrope ► Why do you want this race?: BIRDS! Wait, no, I'm a bat. I'm sorry. Let me try that again. FLYING! ► What do you know about this race?: It's not known how, but Zoanthropes are basically part animal part whatever their primary race is. They constantly possess certain features of their animal side and have the ability to turn completely into an animal when needed. ► Why should we give you this race?: Cuz birds! Wait, that was completely wrong. Foxes? Nekomimi? Uh… Whatever. I just want to fly, to be honest. ► Animal Trait: Wings. Retains bat wings that grow from the back. The wings are as maneuverable as a bat's, having all the necessary joint and even the little claw/thumb protrusion. They're best used for flight, but are also dexterous and strong enough to hook and grab onto things within reason. They're also good at keeping body warmth from escaping when wrapped around the body. ► RP Sample: It was cold, bitter cold, even in the cave that the group had taken shelter in, which was why she absolutely refused to move her hands from where they were stuffed into the sleeve of the other arm. Even when the food was done and it was time to eat it, she refused to use her hands. Instead, after her portion of the meat had been cut off, she quickly opened her wings, which were wrapped around her body to keep in as much body heat as possible, just long enough to stab the meat with the claw atop the right wing while the left braced the other side of the meat to hold it steady. As quickly as the wings had opened, they were closed again, but with the right wing a little farther away so that the meat wasn't smashed into her face. However, it was close enough for the bat girl to eat comfortably.
As she silently ate with a scowl on her face, clearly not enjoying the snow storm, the others began discussing ways to get unlost. One of them suggested, "Well, how about we send little Ms. Grumpy to scout out a path first? She should be able to see from the air more than what any of us can see from the ground." Ms. Grumpy shot a murderous glare at whoever suggested that and closed her left wing tighter. "Are you kidding me?!" she berated. If it hadn't been so cold, she would have used either a wing or a finger to point at the clearly storming sky, "And it's also a no to after the storm subsides. It's too cold. My wings will freeze and that is neither a pleasant feeling nor a safe one." Having spoken her mind, she relapsed into grumpily eating her meat from where it was shish kebabed on her wing, wishing it hadn't gone so cold so fast.
Thinking she couldn't hear, one or her traveling companions muttered some rather insulting comments about her two his friend. Oh, but little Ms. Grumpy heard. She definitely did with her ears, stronger than a human's thanks to her Zoanthropian blood. She just didn't care enough with the cold to do anything about it.
► HeadlessKoko ► {TBD} ► Character Race: Human/Zoanthrope ► Why do you want this race?: BIRDS! Wait, no, I'm a bat. I'm sorry. Let me try that again. FLYING! ► What do you know about this race?: It's not known how, but Zoanthropes are basically part animal part whatever their primary race is. They constantly possess certain features of their animal side and have the ability to turn completely into an animal when needed. ► Why should we give you this race?: Cuz birds! Wait, that was completely wrong. Foxes? Nekomimi? Uh… Whatever. I just want to fly, to be honest. ► Animal Trait: Wings. Retains bat wings that grow from the back. The wings are as maneuverable as a bat's, having all the necessary joint and even the little claw/thumb protrusion. They're best used for flight, but are also dexterous and strong enough to hook and grab onto things within reason. They're also good at keeping body warmth from escaping when wrapped around the body. ► RP Sample: It was cold, bitter cold, even in the cave that the group had taken shelter in, which was why she absolutely refused to move her hands from where they were stuffed into the sleeve of the other arm. Even when the food was done and it was time to eat it, she refused to use her hands. Instead, after her portion of the meat had been cut off, she quickly opened her wings, which were wrapped around her body to keep in as much body heat as possible, just long enough to stab the meat with the claw atop the right wing while the left braced the other side of the meat to hold it steady. As quickly as the wings had opened, they were closed again, but with the right wing a little farther away so that the meat wasn't smashed into her face. However, it was close enough for the bat girl to eat comfortably.
As she silently ate with a scowl on her face, clearly not enjoying the snow storm, the others began discussing ways to get unlost. One of them suggested, "Well, how about we send little Ms. Grumpy to scout out a path first? She should be able to see from the air more than what any of us can see from the ground." Ms. Grumpy shot a murderous glare at whoever suggested that and closed her left wing tighter. "Are you kidding me?!" she berated. If it hadn't been so cold, she would have used either a wing or a finger to point at the clearly storming sky, "And it's also a no to after the storm subsides. It's too cold. My wings will freeze and that is neither a pleasant feeling nor a safe one." Having spoken her mind, she relapsed into grumpily eating her meat from where it was shish kebabed on her wing, wishing it hadn't gone so cold so fast.
Thinking she couldn't hear, one or her traveling companions muttered some rather insulting comments about her two his friend. Oh, but little Ms. Grumpy heard. She definitely did with her ears, stronger than a human's thanks to her Zoanthropian blood. She just didn't care enough with the cold to do anything about it.
Should probably have added to the format that Zoans need to specify their sub species if they aren't something fairly generic. Such as, fruitbat, vampire bat? You'd be Human / {Bat Type} Zoanthrope.
You might want to take a different trait as well and use partial transformations to get the wings. (I intend to edit that skill so that things like wings are formed on the back instead of replacing the arms unless the user specifically wants the replacer version.) Just because it'd likely be more convenient not to have wings when you don't need them, such as when trying to enter a city full of racists who might want to declare you a monster and murder you for having blatantly visible non-standard aspects.
Then again partial trans could probably also be used to hide permanent modifications...
Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 1:35 pm
► TvIaMsOqTuHeYz ► Varren Disgnia ► Character Race: Human/Elf Halfblood ► Why do you want this race?: Flavor, and decreased SP costs for spells. ► What do you know about this race?: It combines the good and the bad of both races. ► Why should we give you this race?: No real reason other than flavor. ► Animal Trait: N/a ► RP Sample: Varren sat in the tavern, looking down at a book, with his hand hovering over a blank sheet of paper holding a quill. "Hmm." Varren hummed as he wrote some words down on the paper as he kept reading. Varren had a habit of ignoring most of everything while he was reading and studying. Especially while he was writing notes. Possibly because he didn't like the looks he was getting from the other patrons, but he was used to those looks by this point in his life. Varren raised a hand to his ear, itching it's point, and then sliding his hand down his face to scratch his stubble. Both were traits of two races, and he was the product of their union. Half Elf, Half Human, Varren was a Halfblood, and as such, he was scum. Varren thought people were too held up on racial things, not like anyone had a choice in the matter, so they shouldn't be defaulted for it.
"Hey, Mutt, why the hell are you in this tavern, who the hell do you think you are? We don't take kindly to your kind around here." A belligerent drunk said, lumbering toward Varren. He was quite a bit larger, physical laborer, obviously stronger than Varren was. Even as an adventurer, Varren was considered physically weak.
"Hmm?" Varren said, tilting his head back, though his eyes kept looking at his book, and his quill went back to the page to scribble down some more words, crossing out everything else. He really was kinda angry that he'd had to do that, but the drunk wasn't going to go away without Varren dealing with him. Hopefully the idiot was smart enough to read.
"What's this? You filthy pig." The man said, grabbing the piece of paper from under Varren's quill. "Ac...sendo me um... carn em. The he-" The man said, before letting out a shriek of pain, as his skin erupted into flames, he fell down and tried to roll himself out, but he was soaked through and through with alcohol, grain, very flammable stuff, as well as the grain dust from his job. After a while, the fire died down, but the man lay there in immense pain, unable to speak, or even move without intense pain.
"You just said you'd light your skin on fire. I was thinking of how trap magic worked. Which, is entertaining, since I only needed to write the words, and apply the magic, you reading it triggered it. otherwise it's just a sheet of paper with a spell's incantation on it. Now, if I heal you are you going to give me any problems? I am half Elven, and half Human. I AM a Half blood, but that isn't a reason to dislike me. You wouldn't say that to a full blood... anything. So don't treat me like garbage just because you're a worthless excuse for a person who can't look past my heritage." Varren said, pulling a new sheet of paper out of his bag. "Read this. I'm not reading it for you." Varren said showing the man the sheet of paper.
"I...ndu...ta est... caro... mea... ins...taur...abi...tur." The man said, biting down hard as his skin started to bubble and steam. Or it looked like it was steaming, it was actually pulling in vapor from the air. After a short while, the man's flesh had been repaired, renewed actually. The man slid across the ground, pushing his back against the wall as he stared at Varren, terrified. "Get out you filthy half blood!" The man said, several of the other patrons standing up in support. "and don't ever come back!"
"Tch... I was just minding my own business, and yet I'm the bad guy here." Varren muttered, sighing and ripping up the papers he'd written on. Varren gathered his things and then a thought crossed his mind. "I'm leaving you people a gift." He said, a smile crossing his face. "Extremum digiti sui in igne scribit." Varren said, smiling as he pushed his finger against the door to the tavern, the wood burning as Varren began drawing letters, archaic letters used primarily for writing spells that only other mages could read. Varren Hic, is what he wrote on the dor, something completely harmless, but to anyone who couldn't read it, it'd instill fear, since it was an unknown. "There, have fun trying to get out the front door." He said, as he shut the door behind him. "Worthless maggots." He muttered as he walked away from the tavern. Induta est caro mea instaurabitur
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► TvIaMsOqTuHeYz ► {rren Disgnia ► Character Race: Human/Elf Halfblood ► Why do you want this race?: Flavor, and decreased SP costs for spells. ► What do you know about this race?: It combines the good and the bad of both races. ► Why should we give you this race?: No real reason other than flavor. ► Animal Trait: N/a ► RP Sample: Varren sat in the tavern, looking down at a book, with his hand hovering over a blank sheet of paper holding a quill. "Hmm." Varren hummed as he wrote some words down on the paper as he kept reading. Varren had a habit of ignoring most of everything while he was reading and studying. Especially while he was writing notes. Possibly because he didn't like the looks he was getting from the other patrons, but he was used to those looks by this point in his life. Varren raised a hand to his ear, itching it's point, and then sliding his hand down his face to scratch his stubble. Both were traits of two races, and he was the product of their union. Half Elf, Half Human, Varren was a Halfblood, and as such, he was scum. Varren thought people were too held up on racial things, not like anyone had a choice in the matter, so they shouldn't be defaulted for it.
"Hey, Mutt, why the hell are you in this tavern, who the hell do you think you are? We don't take kindly to your kind around here." A belligerent drunk said, lumbering toward Varren. He was quite a bit larger, physical laborer, obviously stronger than Varren was. Even as an adventurer, Varren was considered physically weak.
"Hmm?" Varren said, tilting his head back, though his eyes kept looking at his book, and his quill went back to the page to scribble down some more words, crossing out everything else. He really was kinda angry that he'd had to do that, but the drunk wasn't going to go away without Varren dealing with him. Hopefully the idiot was smart enough to read.
"What's this? You filthy pig." The man said, grabbing the piece of paper from under Varren's quill. "Ac...sendo me um... carn em. The he-" The man said, before letting out a shriek of pain, as his skin erupted into flames, he fell down and tried to roll himself out, but he was soaked through and through with alcohol, grain, very flammable stuff, as well as the grain dust from his job. After a while, the fire died down, but the man lay there in immense pain, unable to speak, or even move without intense pain.
"You just said you'd light your skin on fire. I was thinking of how trap magic worked. Which, is entertaining, since I only needed to write the words, and apply the magic, you reading it triggered it. otherwise it's just a sheet of paper with a spell's incantation on it. Now, if I heal you are you going to give me any problems? I am half Elven, and half Human. I AM a Half blood, but that isn't a reason to dislike me. You wouldn't say that to a full blood... anything. So don't treat me like garbage just because you're a worthless excuse for a person who can't look past my heritage." Varren said, pulling a new sheet of paper out of his bag. "Read this. I'm not reading it for you." Varren said showing the man the sheet of paper.
"I...ndu...ta est... caro... mea... ins...taur...abi...tur." The man said, biting down hard as his skin started to bubble and steam. Or it looked like it was steaming, it was actually pulling in vapor from the air. After a short while, the man's flesh had been repaired, renewed actually. The man slid across the ground, pushing his back against the wall as he stared at Varren, terrified. "Get out you filthy half blood!" The man said, several of the other patrons standing up in support. "and don't ever come back!"
"Tch... I was just minding my own business, and yet I'm the bad guy here." Varren muttered, sighing and ripping up the papers he'd written on. Varren gathered his things and then a thought crossed his mind. "I'm leaving you people a gift." He said, a smile crossing his face. "Extremum digiti sui in igne scribit." Varren said, smiling as he pushed his finger against the door to the tavern, the wood burning as Varren began drawing letters, archaic letters used primarily for writing spells that only other mages could read. Varren Hic, is what he wrote on the dor, something completely harmless, but to anyone who couldn't read it, it'd instill fear, since it was an unknown. "There, have fun trying to get out the front door." He said, as he shut the door behind him. "Worthless maggots." He muttered as he walked away from the tavern. Induta est caro mea instaurabitur
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 8:33 pm
► HeadlessKoko ► Nosferatu "Nocturne" Dracula ► Character Race: Human/Zoanthrope (Vampire bat) ► Why do you want this race?: BIRDS! Wait, no, I'm a bat. I'm sorry. Let me try that again. FLYING! ► What do you know about this race?: It's not known how, but Zoanthropes are basically part animal part whatever their primary race is. They constantly possess certain features of their animal side and have the ability to turn completely or partially into an animal when needed. ► Why should we give you this race?: Cuz birds! Wait, that was completely wrong. Foxes? Nekomimi? Uh… Whatever. I just want to fly, to be honest. ► Animal Trait:Bloodsucker ► RP Sample: It was cold, bitter cold, even in the cave that the group had taken shelter in, which was why Nocturne absolutely refused to move his hands from where they were stuffed into the sleeve of the other arm. Even when the food was done and it was time to eat it, he refused to his hands. Instead, after his portion of the meat had been cut off, he quickly opened his wings, which were out and wrapped around his body to keep in as much body heat as possible, just long enough to stab the meat with the claw atop the right wing while the left braced the other side of the meat to hold it steady. As quickly as the wings had opened, they were closed again, but with the right wing a little farther away so that the meat wasn't smashed into his face. However, it was close enough for the bat boy to eat comfortably.
Normally, he wouldn't even have his wings out, much less use them. They were too much like a monster's, and most would chase him out solely for that reason. However, he was in trusted company. They knew him for who he really was and knew that regardless of what grew out of his back, he was still friendly, young Nocturne who would have been more than happy to sing a song if it wasn't as cold as death.
As he silently ate with teeth chittering, clearly not enjoying the snow storm, the others began discussing ways to get unlost. One of them suggested, "Well, how about we send Nocturne out to scout? He should be able to see from the air more than what any of us can see from the ground." Nocturne whined immediately, "Noooooo. Please don't, that might literally kill me." If it hadn't been so cold, hhe would have used either a wing or a finger to point at the clearly storming sky, "And it's also a no to after the storm subsides. It's too cold. My wings might freeze midflight and I might drop to my death on the ground." Having spoken his mind, he relapsed into eating his meat from where it was shish kebabed on his wing, wishing it hadn't gone so cold so fast. As he puppy-eyed everyone into agreeing they wouldn't send him out to scout, Nocturne craved,
► HeadlessKoko ► Nosferatu "Nocturne" Dracula ► Character Race: Human/Zoanthrope (Vampire bat) ► Why do you want this race?: BIRDS! Wait, no, I'm a bat. I'm sorry. Let me try that again. FLYING! ► What do you know about this race?: It's not known how, but Zoanthropes are basically part animal part whatever their primary race is. They constantly possess certain features of their animal side and have the ability to turn completely or partially into an animal when needed. ► Why should we give you this race?: Cuz birds! Wait, that was completely wrong. Foxes? Nekomimi? Uh… Whatever. I just want to fly, to be honest. ► Animal Trait:Bloodsucker ► RP Sample: It was cold, bitter cold, even in the cave that the group had taken shelter in, which was why Nocturne absolutely refused to move his hands from where they were stuffed into the sleeve of the other arm. Even when the food was done and it was time to eat it, he refused to his hands. Instead, after his portion of the meat had been cut off, he quickly opened his wings, which were out and wrapped around his body to keep in as much body heat as possible, just long enough to stab the meat with the claw atop the right wing while the left braced the other side of the meat to hold it steady. As quickly as the wings had opened, they were closed again, but with the right wing a little farther away so that the meat wasn't smashed into his face. However, it was close enough for the bat boy to eat comfortably.
Normally, he wouldn't even have his wings out, much less use them. They were too much like a monster's, and most would chase him out solely for that reason. However, he was in trusted company. They knew him for who he really was and knew that regardless of what grew out of his back, he was still friendly, young Nocturne who would have been more than happy to sing a song if it wasn't as cold as death.
As he silently ate with teeth chittering, clearly not enjoying the snow storm, the others began discussing ways to get unlost. One of them suggested, "Well, how about we send Nocturne out to scout? He should be able to see from the air more than what any of us can see from the ground." Nocturne whined immediately, "Noooooo. Please don't, that might literally kill me." If it hadn't been so cold, hhe would have used either a wing or a finger to point at the clearly storming sky, "And it's also a no to after the storm subsides. It's too cold. My wings might freeze midflight and I might drop to my death on the ground." Having spoken his mind, he relapsed into eating his meat from where it was shish kebabed on his wing, wishing it hadn't gone so cold so fast. As he puppy-eyed everyone into agreeing they wouldn't send him out to scout, Nocturne craved,
Approved!
Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 7:21 pm
► Hikaro_Rin ► Artemis Kairi ► Character Race: Canine ► Character Breed:Vulpes/Grey fox ► Why do you want this race?: I hope to apply to Zoan as well (told to apply to this first) and create a different kind of zoanthrope who is a fox that turns into a human or elf (still considering). ► What do you know about this race?: Canine is the umbrella race used to hold many animals of the canine family. The race seems specifically catered towards wolves more than anything but could include domesticated dogs of any breed, dingos, foxes, jackals and coyotes. I have a certain level of familiarity with foxes irl. ► Why should we give you this race?: Because it will be great. More specifically, because it would be an interesting character, a fun concept which I will likely want to keep active. ► RP Sample: Artemis slid her way through the midnight streets, ducking occasionally into an alley or archway to avoid notice by any others who might come in range. The local wildlife had recently started to thin, making hunting a difficult task even for her. She needed food. Bad. Bad enough that she would have to risk her head against humans, elves or dwarves. Fox hunting wasn't exactly big in this area, but she thought it better not to tempt them.
Suddenly she froze as her ears turned backward. Footsteps. Loud. Indelicate. Accompanied by a slight scraping of metal. A dwarf was approaching with what sounded like a sword. Artemis tucked herself under the stoop of a nearby household and waited nervously. The footsteps stopped just before the homestead. He seemed unsteady, probably drunk. He was also carrying home a decent supply of foodstuffs in a sack over his shoulder. She was surprised she hadn't noticed the smells earlier, but fight or flight took priority at the time.
As he started stumbling further down the street Artemis' mind started racing. “He is a dwarf, he wouldn’t be easy to take down. He is drunk however, and I did come here to eat after all. She quietly poked her head out and started following behind the man, taking care to be quiet. We don't exactly need to kill him, he'd taste awful and it would be way too hard to bring him down. Then it hit her. She might not even need to attack him. He was clearly very drunk after all...
He appeared to be walking towards the Inn down the street. So she ducked into an alleyway and ran as ahead of him, far enough that he would just see her. To make sure, she rose onto her hind-legs and shoved a trashcan to the ground, creating a very loud crash. Then she limped out onto the street, coughed, and fell limp. The dwarf toed his way closer and nudged Artemis with his foot. “Are yer dead little doggie?” he slurred. Seriously? Dog? I'm not even close! “More fer-me then” He placed his bag on the ground and opened it for his new catch.
That was all she needed. As the dwarf grabbed for her tail, Artemis launched towards the bag and grabbed it in her mouth. The dwarf stumbled awkwardly before falling over exclaiming in anger, and seemed to have trouble moving fast enough to capture her as she ducked back into the alleys, quickly vanishing from site once more.
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► Hikaro_Rin ► Artemis Kairi ► Character Race: Canine ► Character Breed:Vulpes/Grey fox ► Why do you want this race?: I hope to apply to Zoan as well (told to apply to this first) and create a different kind of zoanthrope who is a fox that turns into a human or elf (still considering). ► What do you know about this race?: Canine is the umbrella race used to hold many animals of the canine family. The race seems specifically catered towards wolves more than anything but could include domesticated dogs of any breed, dingos, foxes, jackals and coyotes. I have a certain level of familiarity with foxes irl. ► Why should we give you this race?: Because it will be great. More specifically, because it would be an interesting character, a fun concept which I will likely want to keep active. ► RP Sample: {Provide a sample of your character, utilizing this race. The sample may be of any situation you like, so long as you are able to showcase the character's race to it's full extent. Extra points for creativity.}
Artemis slid her way through the midnight streets, ducking occasionally into an alley or archway to avoid notice by any others who might come in range. The local wildlife had recently started to thin, making hunting a difficult task even for her. She needed food. Bad. Bad enough that she would have to risk her head against humans, elves or dwarves. Fox hunting wasn't exactly big in this area, but she thought it better not to tempt them.
Suddenly she froze as her ears turned backward. Footsteps. Loud. Indelicate. Accompanied by a slight scraping of metal. A dwarf was approaching with what sounded like a sword. Artemis tucked herself under the stoop of a nearby household and waited nervously. The footsteps stopped just before the homestead. He seemed unsteady, probably drunk. He was also carrying home a decent supply of foodstuffs in a sack over his shoulder. She was surprised she hadn't noticed the smells earlier, but fight or flight took priority at the time.
As he started stumbling further down the street Artemis' mind started racing. “He is a dwarf, he wouldn’t be easy to take down. He is drunk however, and I did come here to eat after all. She quietly poked her head out and started following behind the man, taking care to be quiet. We don't exactly need to kill him, he'd taste awful and it would be way too hard to bring him down. Then it hit her. She might not even need to attack him. He was clearly very drunk after all...
He appeared to be walking towards the Inn down the street. So she ducked into an alleyway and ran as ahead of him, far enough that he would just see her. To make sure, she rose onto her hind-legs and shoved a trashcan to the ground, creating a very loud crash. Then she limped out onto the street, coughed, and fell limp. The dwarf toed his way closer and nudged Artemis with his foot. “Are yer dead little doggie?” he slurred. Seriously? Dog? I'm not even close! “More fer-me then” He placed his bag on the ground and opened it for his new catch.
That was all she needed. As the dwarf grabbed for her tail, Artemis launched towards the bag and grabbed it in her mouth. The dwarf stumbled awkwardly before falling over exclaiming in anger, and seemed to have trouble moving fast enough to capture her as she ducked back into the alleys, quickly vanishing from site once more.
I'd personally have tried to use slightly more animalistic behavior and words, but this seems perfectly acceptable considering your plans. I approve. You may proceed!
Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 9:00 pm
► Hikaro_Rin ► Artemis Kairi ► Character Race: Canine-Human Zoanthrope ► Character Breed: Vulpes/Grey fox ► Why do you want this race?: I enjoy the stories of the Japanese Kitsune. Not as much about the magic as the Fox trying to lead a human life, find human love etc. Not to mention I already have a great fondness for foxes themselves. Short version: This is a character I want to play. Which I good for RP. ► What do you know about this race?: Zoanthrope is ordinarily used for a human, elf or gnome who is able to transform into some variety of animal. They are able to take advantage of the differences in abilities from their race and that of an animal species for tactical use or for fun. ► Why should we give you this race?: Because it will be great. More specifically, because it would be an interesting character, a fun concept which I will likely want to keep active. ► Animal Trait: Fox Tail persists in human form. Its a tail. It does tail things. ► RP Sample:
Laying on the side of the lakeside, Artemis was basking in the rays, her long grey tail flicking the water playfully as she half-slept. It was midday, and the sun was in the perfect position. She had taken to the forest hunt for the past several days, returning to her roots and getting rid of some pent up frustration from life in the city. Yet she knew it would be time to return shortly. She had work to do after all. Still, she was comfortable, and the sun was sooo warm.
A scent. Artemis twitched her nose, and snapped her head towards the road. Something was hunting her. She darted into her nearby burrow where she had hidden her belongings. It was an oversized burrow for a fox, but she was going to need the size now. Crunching of bones and groans of pain followed as Artemis' body slowly began to shift. The fur withdrawing into her skin, leaving a tan, yet ashy coloration. Her paws transformed to resemble the hands and feet of a young child as her snout retreated itself into a small button nose. After several moments of excruciating transition Artemis stumbled to her feet and fumbled with her clothes, trying to dress quickly while at the same time trying to remember her new body worked. She donned a pair of doll-like shoes, white stockings, and a long dress which hid her tail from view. Her hair was now shoulder length, with the same grey-red coloration as her fur once did.
Stumbling back out of the burrow she searched for her voice, letting out a light whimper. A cough. Finally she started to mutter words as she tried to recall all the words that she had learned during her time in the village. “H-help! I'm lost can you help me?” Her hands nervously clutched her sword just in case the person who was approaching was wanting anything other than to help. Her weapons training was still... leaving something to be desired, but she was good enough to cause the standard attacker some serious trouble. Not that she wanted it, or was really ready since her senses were readjusting. Her eyes felt blurry yet somehow overwhelmed, her hearing was deadened and her nose seemed essentially useless compared to the norm. "Please dont hurt me..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 7:11 am
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► Hikaro_Rin ► Artemis Kairi ► Character Race: Canine-Human Zoanthrope ► Character Breed: Vulpes/Grey fox ► Why do you want this race?: I enjoy the stories of the Japanese Kitsune. Not as much about the magic as the Fox trying to lead a human life, find human love etc. Not to mention I already have a great fondness for foxes themselves. Short version: This is a character I want to play. Which I good for RP. ► What do you know about this race?: Zoanthrope is ordinarily used for a human, elf or gnome who is able to transform into some variety of animal. They are able to take advantage of the differences in abilities from their race and that of an animal species for tactical use or for fun. ► Why should we give you this race?: Because it will be great. More specifically, because it would be an interesting character, a fun concept which I will likely want to keep active. ► Animal Trait: Fox Tail persists in human form. Its a tail. It does tail things. ► RP Sample:
Laying on the side of the lakeside, Artemis was basking in the rays, her long grey tail flicking the water playfully as she half-slept. It was midday, and the sun was in the perfect position. She had taken to the forest hunt for the past several days, returning to her roots and getting rid of some pent up frustration from life in the city. Yet she knew it would be time to return shortly. She had work to do after all. Still, she was comfortable, and the sun was sooo warm.
A scent. Artemis twitched her nose, and snapped her head towards the road. Something was hunting her. She darted into her nearby burrow where she had hidden her belongings. It was an oversized burrow for a fox, but she was going to need the size now. Crunching of bones and groans of pain followed as Artemis' body slowly began to shift. The fur withdrawing into her skin, leaving a tan, yet ashy coloration. Her paws transformed to resemble the hands and feet of a young child as her snout retreated itself into a small button nose. After several moments of excruciating transition Artemis stumbled to her feet and fumbled with her clothes, trying to dress quickly while at the same time trying to remember her new body worked. She donned a pair of doll-like shoes, white stockings, and a long dress which hid her tail from view. Her hair was now shoulder length, with the same grey-red coloration as her fur once did.
Stumbling back out of the burrow she searched for her voice, letting out a light whimper. A cough. Finally she started to mutter words as she tried to recall all the words that she had learned during her time in the village. “H-help! I'm lost can you help me?” Her hands nervously clutched her sword just in case the person who was approaching was wanting anything other than to help. Her weapons training was still... leaving something to be desired, but she was good enough to cause the standard attacker some serious trouble. Not that she wanted it, or was really ready since her senses were readjusting. Her eyes felt blurry yet somehow overwhelmed, her hearing was deadened and her nose seemed essentially useless compared to the norm. "Please dont hurt me..."
Two notes of import. One, Zoans enjoy the luxury of not feeling pain while transforming. Since for them it is always an intentional and willing transformation, it pretty much just happens, unlike Lycans whose transformation is forced and incredibly painful because they instinctively resist it. Two, a zoan is born as both species. While they normally hold to one full form or the other unless they want to keep bits via partials (Or unique traits), they do have all the necessary instincts to use both their forms correctly, no remembering necessary, unless of course you've stuck to one form for years.
Those notes being just notes though, I do feel you'll do fine with this, and I want to see what happens with it as a fox attempts to masquerade as a human, so...
Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 3:39 am
► TvIaMsOqTuHeYz ► Gimar Tokadud ► Character Race: Dwarf Zoan ► Character Breed: Bear ► Why do you want this race?: Because, Bear Dwarf. ► What do you know about this race?: Zoans are beings with an almost unexplain-able and mystical power to shift from human to animal forms. ► Why should we give you this race?: Bear. Dwarf. Also because I am bored and need another character to maneuver around if Varren is locked down. ► Animal Trait: Bear's Scent: Gimar has wandered around alone for a majority of his life. When he was first cast out, he knew little of wilderness survival, but thanks to his Zoanthropic ability, he was able to smell prey, and more importantly predators, often before they were able to see or smell him. ► Gains The Scent abilities of a Bear even while in Human form. ► RP Sample:
"Hoooo! Roast Roast Roast, I've got Roast!" Gimar yelled heartily, as he cranked the wheel next to him. Slowly the freshly killed and skinned deer spun over the open flame, the meat bubbling and sizzling. "Eh heh heh heh, I haven't had a deer since... two days ago? Ugh, Bear form makes me so hungry..." He said laughing slowly until he ended in a sigh. He loved that he was a Zoan, but he couldn't live as he wanted in any village or city. He was lucky his Skin was harder than most of the things they tried to hit him with, even in Bear form, otherwise he might have died in the times he had tried. Always they burned his home, Couldn't they see he was just a Dwarf who happened to also be a bear? Maybe they were just angry he usurped the last Champion of their bars, and established himself as the strongest. Oh, how he wished he could go back to Sedem. They had a Arena, he could fight as much and as long as he wanted there, provided he was schedules. He was the Champion. The Strongest... Until someone forced him to shift. They wouldn't go down, they wouldn't stay down... And he had to end them quickly. Not because he feared for himself, but because he was losing the favor of the crowd. The chants changed from his name to the name of the husk that was clinging to life. He Hated that. He was the Champion, not them. Then he was cast out of Sedem for not being forthright about his ability. "Tch." He hissed at the memory, his mouth forming into his ursine snout. "Calm." He said, gripping the handle of the wheel harder, the handle cracking under the pressure. "Ugh, Dammit." He said, letting go. He'd been rotating too fast, and had ruined the mechanism, making it so the deer wasn't spinning anymore. "Dammit..." He said, swinging his arm at the deer. His limb twisted and contorted until it took the shape of a bear's arm and claw, slapping into the deer and knocking it away from the fire. "Guess it's time for semi-raw meat." He growled, standing and lumbering over to the deer, opening his mouth and yawning as his form rippled, his body changed, and he took on the form of a bear. His Silver tipped brown fur shining in the firelight. He walked on all fours over to the deer and began eating. Thoughts of the arena clouding his thoughts until something he'd been smelling for hours seemed to get within a proximity he didn't appreciate. He Heaved a bear sigh. A pack of filth were wanting to take his kill. Or kill him. He hated the things... His form rippled, and he became a stout dwarf once more. "Filthy Werebeasts..." He said, placing his hands first gently on two daggers that resided next to what he grasped and pulled from their homes. Two Short swords, each one a gladius, from his time spent in the Arena.
Slowly he edged his way into the middle of the clearing. A solemn look on his face belied his true feelings, On his outside, he seemed completely calm, while inside he was a roil of excitement. He was beside himself, he couldn't wait. Two, three, four betas, and at their head an alpha. The Betas were nothing to him, they were fodder, he was a Champion, only the Alpha could possibly be a satisfying opponent. His face and demeanor cracked as he heard them. Smelling an enemy was one thing. Sedem stank of market, animals, and the unwashed masses, but it was always overridden by the smell and taste of blood in the Arena. Gimar could smell things from miles away, he'd known they were wolves since they wandered into the forest before sundown. Finally, His eyes shifted, becoming a deep black abyss, suddenly everything became bright. "I love that bears can see at night." He said, grinning. He could see the pack now, running in circles, they were big ones, probably pretty old. This section of the forest was one that Gimar hadn't come to before, maybe these were their hunting grounds. Maybe it was time for them to have a new Alpha. This would be a good battle.
One darted from the trees into the clearing, the others still circling. It launched itself, snarling, at Gimar. It's face a grimace of anger and beast. Gimar smiled, loose footing, over extended reach, and it was looking at Gimar's vital areas, not the blades in his hands. Gimar stepped quickly, sliding on the grass closer than the Werewolf had been aiming, and below the Wolf's center of gravity. Swinging his right arm up for a stab up into the wolf's stomach. Wasn't enough to kill it, but it was enough for what he wanted. Using his left blade to slash the claws as they swung at him to counter his piercing blow, Gimar turned and slammed the Werewolf into the ground, pushing his Gladius deeper pinning the wolf to the ground. Gimar twisted, his left gladius passing through the werewolf's neck. If that put the wolf down, it wasn't worth his time.
A Second wolf was already charging, nearly upon Gimar's back. Gimar let out a roar, spinning to the right, he backhanded the werewolf, the wolf's teeth scoring deep into Gimar's hand, but those same teeth were shattered, as was the werewolf's jaw. "Get that weakness out of my arena!" He roared, Anger welling up inside him as his face shifted slightly, his teeth growing in length, hair bristling across his body. He shuddered. Thinking of the Arena and the chaos of battle were affecting him. His mind wasn't clear, he was hungry, outnumbered, and these things were strong. Stronger than anyone he'd faced in years. He might need to tap into his animal form to finish this fight. Increased size, increased strength, the only downside was that he wouldn't have fine movement. But if it was him versus a single opponent it wouldn't matter, would it?
Third Wolf was upon Gimar before he could react. They rolled for a couple seconds, Gimar hiding his neck and stomach, common places for wolves to aim during a roll. Several gashes to his arms and face, no bites though. It was odd, almost like they were trying not to outright kill him. They rolled through the fire, Gimar grunting in pain, a deeper more guttural grunt than what normally escaped him. He stood a bit taller, his face distorted into a semi-snout. His fingernails formed into claws. He was steadily morphing without realizing it, the necessity of his excitement, mixed with a new emotion, a nagging fear that he'd become weak after leaving the Arena, that he was no longer the Champion of Sedem, that he was not the strongest. His eyes remained on the wolf after it had let go when they rolled through the flames. He lowered himself, placing one hand on the ground, the other in the air, poised ready to attack. Gimar and the werewolf snarled at one another as they launched at one another, locking together. Biting, snapping, clawing, snarling the two went round and round, trading blows, dodging one another, but finally the fight slowed, a vicious upward swipe from Gimar gored the werewolf, causing a distraction long enough for Gimar to crane his neck and grab hold of the Werewolf's neck. It was sputtering, apparently it had enough sense to instead of fight, try to hold it's innards in. Unlucky for it, Gimar's mind had gone hazy, He was in kill mode. A deafening roar from a time long gone. The Roar of combat, the roar of the crowd, chanting, calling for blood, begging him for a spectacle! His now full muzzle clamped shut slowly like a vice, severing the werewolf's neck save it's spine. He rose slightly, turning to the next werewolf that was now charging at him, stumbling back, almost in a trance.
This one was over before it began, the werewolf reached out to Gimar, aiming to drive it's claws into what it assumed was a dazed opponent. Gimar swung his arm up and across his body, twisting slightly, his claws passing through the elbow of the werewolf, it's forearm and claw falling to the ground. It stumbled back, howling in pain, grasping at what was now a stump. Gimar tilted his head, looking at the werewolf, lurching forward on all fours, he rushed in, his form rippling as he finished shifting completely into a bear. Popping up, he raised a arm to push the claw that sought his back out of the way while forcing his other paw and claw deep into the werewolf's ribcage, up through the diaphragm. He looked at the werewolf's face, his head tilting slightly, no emotion playing on his bear face for a moment. Then with a growl and a snarl he pushed the weak claw that was resting on his shoulder with a shrug, and lurched forward, gripping the werewolf's neck in his mouth, and falling forward with one paw on the shoulder that still had a claw attached, crushing it as it impacted with the ground. He let go of the wolf's throat as it began to loosen it's muscles. It wasn't going to cause him any trouble now. It was beaten. The most it could do is lay there, gurgle, and die. It'd either bleed out, or it'd drown on it's own blood before. Gimar couldn't think about things like that though. The roar of the phantoms of his past were far too loud. so loud if fact that... it sounded like silence. Deafening silence, deep and endless, Gimar couldn't think of anything specific, just hunger, that deer carcass he'd never finished cooking, the blood of four werewolves, and the ragged breath of a fifth. He could smell the smoke behind him, the singed hair, both his and the werewolf's. All of these things flooded his mind, But chief among them? The roar of the Alpha, and the shiver it sent down Gimar's spine. On every level, he knew... The Alpha was powerful. A spark, a tiny little sound, barely a whisper on the wind rang in his head, "Gimar..."
Gimar turned to the Alpha's howl, Just barely soon enough to get hit hard in the chest. Gimar actually left the ground, all half a ton of him. And slid across the ground for a ways. "Gimar. Gimar." Slightly louder this time, the whisper came. Gimar's head rolled slightly as his thoughts slowly began to return. Werewolf, Alpha, angry, defense. those words fell through to him, and he rolled onto all fours, catching sight of the Alpha standing over the one Gimar had left to die, just looking down at it, it knelt down, placing it's claw on it's chest. It let it rest there, looking into it's eyes. It snarled and shoved it's hand downward, it's claws pushing through the ribcage that buckled and shattered under the Alpha's strength. Gimar lowered himself, in a defensive stance, he didn't want to get knocked around like that again. He thought his heart had actually stopped there for a moment. He'd been hit by shields in the Arena that had hurt less. The Alpha turned, Equally as large as Gimar was while in bear form. Gimar shuddered, this wasn't going to be a pleasant fight. The Alpha charged, a piercing howl shaking the air in the clearing. Gimar remained unerring in his stance, His upper body lowered, his lower body planted, ready to stand his ground, though the slick evening grass, wet with blood and dew would likely give no purchase. The Alpha hit Gimar with brutal force, but with quick motion, Gimar was able ti rise up at the last moment, saving himself from the purchase of the Alpha's claws, but not from the bite that dug into his shoulder. Were it not for Gimar's flesh being solid as iron, he would have suffered a very grievous injury, however with time, this one would heal. It was a trait to which Gimar owed much of his success in the Arena.Gimar brought his arms up, while the Alpha was strong, Gimar was slightly stronger, as well as larger thanks to the stature of the bear form he donned. He roared, his mind once more hearing a sound, this time a dull roar, "Gimar!" Gimar's eyes regained a slight light to them, more thoughts poured into his head. Retaliate. Disengage. Reengage. Repeat. Roar. Crowd. Glory. While Gimar was trapped, with the Alpha's arms wrapped around him, and it's jaw clamped in his loose skin, he didn't have much room to work with, but enough. he brought his front paws to the Beast's chest, dug his claws deep, and slid it down his foe's chest, slashing at it's chest, just enough to get it to release it's grip and raise it's arms, which provided Gimar the freedom to push it away. Gimar's breath hastened for a moment before it began to subside, short breaths, turned to long and drawn out. A technique learned by all fighters to numb the pain suffered from one's wounds. The Alpha staggered back, placing a hand on it's chest to check the blood flowing from it. It looked at it's palm, a grin crossing it's face. It barked, communicating in the manner beasts do. It seemed to recognize Gimar's strength, but seemed to take pain from Gimar's slaughter of it's people, of it's family, of it's pack. It snarled a wicked grin, and barked one final thing. That it would relish removing Gimar's head from his shoulders, beast or man. Gimar roared his response to the challenge, favorably accepting it. The Alpha moved forward once more, this time slowly, carefully. a measured pace. It lurched forward, into and out of the range of Gimar's upper paws. Gimar merely continued to stand on defense. The Alpha barked taunts toward Gimar, it's sneer ever present. Gimar steadily became more and more brash, goaded into fighting by the taunts. Gimar stepped beyond his bounds, losing his proper positioning, much like a wounded animal would, and was subsequently punished for it, a deep gash down his forearm. Gimar recoiled in pain, the sear of flesh, not cut, but torn by gnarled claw.
(Will finish later, been working on it off and on for like 7 hours. Watching netflix and typing a sample is not a good thing to do if you plan on sleeping.)
