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 Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:56 pm
wahmbulance Now questing for a fossa serum! wahmbulance
From prey to predator in the blink of an eye...
Being rebuilt/tweaked to new specifications!Questor Information Username: Lesotho Mule SN's: Alexa Drew Summers IoDM Newbie? (Y/N): Yes Serum: Fossa CODE for your quest banner(s):
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 1:01 pm
Image coming sometime soon....
Name: Alexa Drew Summers
Pronunciation: Pretty self explanitory...
Special Meaning: None
Nicknames: Lexa, Drew, Lexy, Lex (Lex and Lexa are only used by Maryke)
Age: 21 (birthday October 13, 1984)
Height: 5' 3
Eyes: Bluish green with a brown ring around the pupil
Hair Color: Brunette, the tips are dyed crimson.
Weight: 113 lbs
Marital Status: Single, and she intends on keeping it that way.
Place of Birth: New York City
Education: Attends UCLA
Residence: Dorms at UCLA campus in Los Angeles, California.
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: "Modeling job" (really second in command to Maryke)
Family: Loving parents and an older brother, Charlie (deceased)
Vehicle: Crimson 2005 mustang
Favorite Color: Crimson, with pink following in a close second
Favorite Gemstone: Sapphires and diamonds
Favorite Beverage: Anything alcoholic.
Theme Song: El Tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge
Known Likes: Seduction, being the dominant, any and all sex games, bondage, etc., biology, fashion
Known Dislikes: Too much abuse, actual relationships, police, Maryke (jk lol), bootie cooties
Phobias: Drowning, being raped, being murdered, telling her family the truth
Inventory
Will be populated later >>;
(it needs redoing)
Character Appearance: Alexa has a dangerous yet alluring look to her. Though her height and weight suggest the appearance of a toothpick, she's fairly well filled out. Her whole body is toned with lean muscle; though not enough to be unattractive. Most people assume a thin athletic girl is flat, but Alexa definitely is not. Her skin is fair, as she is of French decent. She makes sure she gets some color to maintain her beauty. Her hair is a lighter-end brunette, falling to her shoulders in the back and layering up to frame her face. At the shortest, it falls just below her cheekbone. She forces her wavy hair straight on a regular basis (though once she gets to the island, the habit may be dropped), and dyes the tips crimson red. Her eyes are a blue green with brown around the pupil and have a fox-like upward slant to them, giving her a natural beauty that doesn't require much in terms of make up. Her eyebrows are shaped perfectly to her liking, and she often raises one when she is amused. She also has a set of full, pouty lips. The only piercing she exhibits is her belly button. The ring is often simple silver with pink sapphire (her favorite gemstone). On a whim she got herself a tattoo (a butterfly over her left hipbone).
Clothing wise, Alexa likes to be casual yet sexy. If Alexa can expose cleavage, piercing, and tattoo all at once, she'll go for it. Her wardrobe consists of form-fitting tees and blouses, most cut or tied to expose her stomach. As a general rule, she likes low-riding jeans or pants which hug tight at the a** and thighs and flare at the bottom, preferably with as many holes, patches, and frays as possible. Her casual wardrobe always reveals the straps of her black thong. She was exposed to more designer clothes when she met Maryke, who was annoyed by Alexa's fashion no-nos. Thus, when on important business, she often wears something high-priced and straight from the madame's closet.
Character Personality: Alexa carries a lot of her childhood with her now that she's blossomed into a young woman. Her parents undoubtedly had an effect on her. She both loved and hated them, but from them she developed an intense need for the spotlight. She's always been a stubborn, feisty girl. When she knows something is wrong or right, she's not about to back down from a fight to prove it. Being overly passionate has gotten her in trouble in the past. When she gets burned, she stays burned and seeks revenge. She's learned through her experiences that there really isn't much love or innocence in the world. She is surprised when she finds that she is capable of deeper feelings like love and affection, but she is quick to act against those feelings. Not only does she avoid love, but she also toys with people's hearts to spare herself hurt. She is vengeful and snappy when she feels threatened or uncomfortable.
To spite her tendencies, she has learned to act sophisticatedly. When she has to be, she is very pleasant and well-behaved. She was naturally intelligent enough to be put ahead in school, but was too stubborn to allow it. She'd rather be the best in a small pond than equal in a big pool. This is not to say Alexa isn't friendly, because she's a very outgoing and curious character; she just exudes dominance in everything she does. She excels in sports where any type of aggression is necessary, but can also appreciate the finer things in life.
Speaking her mind is not a problem for her, and she is without question a strong character. She is quick-witted and street smart, and knows how to play the game--or so she thinks. Alexa likes to make like things are under control, but in reality she's constantly standing on the edge of something much too deep for her to grasp, on the verge of being consumed. It is possible to out-fox Alexa when she is wrapped in a passionate bout (especially in regards to Maryke), which is often taken advantage of.
Character Background:
Short version:
Alexa was born into an upper-middle class family in New York City. Her parents constantly spoiled her rotten, thinking that the best thing a parent could do was give their child nice things. Alexa didn't like that much. She played a lot of sports as a child, and was very competitive. Her favorite sport was soccer. She probably would have been a talented player if she had continued with it. School wise, Alexa was smarter than average. Her parents wanted her to skip a grade or two, but she didn't want to. She liked being on top. She was stubborn and her parents constantly backed down to avoid unpleasant confrontations with their daughter. Alexa had a small ring of close 'friends' who were more like her minions than anything else.
When Charlie, Alexa's older brother, decided college wasn't for him and joined the army, Alexa was furious. Just entering high school, she was drawn towards smoking and drinking. She thought her brother was an idiot for joining up. She began to lead a double life, good girl by day and bad girl by night. She thought maybe she could tell her brother so he'd come home and try to stop her, but she couldn't do it. She regrets it now, because after her freshman year, her brother was killed in combat. After that, she turned to being promiscuous to solve her problems and help her forget. She craved attention since she was little, and now that she was old enough, she searched for it everywhere. When she became a junior, she started looking into exotic dancing and sexual favors for extra cash to spend on cigarettes and booze. Her parents never found out about her bad habits, or that she was spending her nights somewhere other than a friend’s house. Her parents never really cared for her well being in that sense.
At the beginning of senior year, she used her still decent grades to apply to far away schools in hopes to escape her parents, her brother's death, and her other various problems. One night while working the crowd she was pulled aside by Maryke Jimenez, who offered her a 'modeling' job based out of Los Angeles. She had applied to UCLA previously, and was quick to commit. Her parents didn't much care. Now that she was 18, she was on her own in their book, so she left for the opposite coast to meet her fate. She took a couple months for herself to settle in, then called Maryke and met at a bar. The two of them conversed, and Alexa was roped into her high-class prostitution ring. She turned out to be very successful, and Maryke took a liking to her. After being evicted form her dorm, Maryke took her in and let her stay at her loft. Alexa was quickly promoted to Maryke's right-hand woman.
However, feelings started to blossom between the two of them. The more strongly Alexa felt about Maryke, the further she pushed away. Maryke was feeling the same thing, and both of them resorted to their vices to clear their heads of thoughts of one another. It became harder and harder to ignore, and finally Maryke snapped, and wanted Alexa out. Maryke had been working a deal with an infamous drug lord, Mark Winters (who was wanted by the FBI) to fuel her habit. Because of this, Maryke broke down in front of Alexa. The two shared a moment of pure need and pleasure, and whispered 'I love you'. It was then that they realized their mistake. It was impossible for them to be together, and both of them were incapable of compassion. Alexa was tossed out onto the streets. Hurt, she made a call to the FBI in a moment of weakness, reporting that Mark Winters and Maryke Jimenez were connected. Unfortunately, by the time she realized what she was doing, it was too late.
Long version:
Being born in New York City isn't all as glamorous as one would think. Yes, it does have it's good sides, especially when you live away from the Bronx, but it gets boring pretty fast. At least her parents had enough money to stay away from the poorer parts of town where crime rates were high. Well... crime rates were high everywhere, but at least if Lexa walked to school she wouldn't get raped or kidnapped from here. She lived in a cozy appartment overlooking a busy street. Every street was busy here. Alexa liked the fact that the city was so alive all the time and there were so many different cultures and people to experience. But not everything was rose tinted for her. To spite that her family was extremely loving and supportive, she felt like everything was a lie; that living the perfect life wasn't worth it. She wanted to live, love... walk on the wild side.
Alexa had always been into sports as a child, whether it was something as rough and tumble as soccer, or something more refined like equestrian and dance. She did a lot of things when she was younger to keep busy. She hated school as much as she hated being naturally smart, so she chose to take her anger out on the playing field. If she could kick a** on a soccer field by scoring the most goals to prove she was the best, who needed book smarts? Soccer was her favorite sport, afterall. She liked the violence and the trickery involved in it. She could get away with almost anything and never have a penalty called against her. That, in a way, set a foundation for her later, more advanced endeavors.
School wasn't a huge deal for Alexa, though her parents recognized that she was indeed a very sharp student. They urged her into advanced programs, but she always refused. She always felt it was easier to succeed if one was surrounded by people on a lower level (creating competition that was, of course, a good rivalry, but Alexa was assured the win). So, schooling went along without another argument after her parents realized that Alexa wouldn't do as they asked. They were always pushovers like that. Never had a care in the world, as long as Alexa was happy. It made her sick but also made her pleased. She got whatever she wanted -- the clothes, that dress, those shoes. Even her car for her 16th birthday, as soon as she could drive. But the spoiled life was only forcing that desire to be wild to come closer and closer to the surface, and eventually it broke loose.
When Alexa was in 7th grade, her brother Charlie left for college. She was sad to see him go, but thought he might actually have good luck in his proposed career. She never knew what he was really considering beyond being an engineer. Yes, smart genes ran in the family, and Alexa was completly disgusted when her brother decided to join the army two months after her eigth grade graduation. Charlie always said he was finally doing something to serve his county. Alexa thought that was crap. She never understood why anyone wanted to serve the good old 'us' of A. Not that she'd ever tell him. She liked to let him think he was doing something to be proud of.
By the time she got into highschool, it had taken it's toll on her. First chance she got, she was hanging out with 'the wrong crowd'. Smoking and drinking became regular weekend activities, and she'd sneak into the house at the crack of dawn. Lucky for her there was a little side entrance which was close enough to her room to avoid her parents. Somehow, living like that made her feel closer to her brother. It was a double life; good girl by day, bad girl by night. She wanted to tell her brother just to see what he'd say. Maybe he'd be ashamed of joining the army and come home to save his little sister. But she couldn't. She couldn't tell him they were both living lies. Alexa, the perfect little freshman. What a waste of a title. But no one ever found out about her quickly growing habits. Of course, it wasn't anything serious. Not yet. Not until the day she was unfortunate enough to pick up the phone...
And Charlie was gone.
Killed in combat, they said. One of many road side bombs that swept lives away in a flash. Instantly, she realized how stupid she had been to think the way she had about her older brother. Even if they were 5 years apart, she loved him. They had always had eachother...at least until he left. A million childhood memories came flooding back, and at that moment she couldn't take it. She completely turned her back against everything she'd known; her life. Smoking and drinking were the least of her problems now. Soon she was searching for attention, craving the spotlight. She found herself a boy toy (which wasn't hard considering she was thin, athletic, and devloping a shapely, alluring body) and quickly learned the value of a good ********. Nothing in her life mattered to her now; just those primal, passionate feelings. Hatred rose within her. She hated reality, and delved deeper into anything that could help her forget. She wanted to forget. She had to forget.
By the time those first two years of highschool were over, Alexa was used to lying to her parents. She spent most of her nights 'at friends houses'. She couldn't believe her parents fell for that story. It was almost as if they didn't care. What was she really doing? Well... she was learning one of the most important lessons of her life... or so she thought. How to really live... how to work the crowd as an exotic dancer. How to give little sexual favors here and there for cash which in turn bought her those things her parents couldn't know about. She didn't know how she managed, but she pulled off the grades somehow. Her parents were never suspicious; they couldn't smell the vile things on her when she came home some nights completely wasted. They didn't know because she was too good to let them know, and they were too stupid to figure it out. In their book, she was still the golden child, and they had committed no sins as parents.
At the beginning of her senior year, she sent out several applications to various big colleges--all ironically far, far away from home. She was completely sick of her parents, their generosity and 'loving', 'sheltering' arms, and most of all the lies she lived with day in and day out. She needed an out, and college seemed the perfect getaway. However, she may not have made the decision quite so effortlessly if it hadn't been for a new acquaintance of hers. Maryke Jimenez. Maryke had seen Alexa one night working the crowd for a little weekend cash and pulled her aside. After a long talk, she left the younger girl a business card. As it turned out, the 'modeling agent' was based out of Los Angeles. Alexa was quick to send in the committing letter to UCLA. Even though Maryke (like all of Alexa's strip joint related friends) knew her only by Drew, Alexa knew this was a good shot at something bigger than herself. After graduation, she was quick to catch a plane out to the college, barely saying goodbye to her parents. Not that they cared. As far as they were concerned, she was on her own now, and they'd done all they could to raise a perfect child. After a full day of flying, they touched down in California. Alexa stepped off the plane and took in a deep breath, finding the warm air absolutely intoxicating. She was going to like it here.
Her parents thought the decision had been made because of the modeling job. They knew it might make some good money and that their daughter had the build and look to pull it off. Afterall, what college student has too much money? Alexa didn't even know what the mysterious Maryke wanted from her, though she had a bit of a clue. However, she took a couple months for herself, letting everything settle in and getting used to the LA area. Two days after her birthday she picked up the phone and finally called the strange woman. The two made plans to meet up in a bar, and once there Alexa quickly learned that Maryke was indeed not in the modeling business at all.
Alexa's first impression was that Maryke was a smart, dangerous individual. The way she dressed, moved, even how she took a drag of her cigarette spoke of her inner frustrations. Of course, if Alexa hadn't been corrupted herself, she would have recognized that to be the glint in the older woman's eye. But there was no way she could go back to the innocence she once held. That night, Maryke took Alexa under her wing and showed her the ropes of the business. Alexa had taken the next step into darkness -- prostitution.
Lucky for her, she had talent. Maryke took a liking to her quickly, and Alexa made a fair amount of profit from the generous clients of the upper class. Alexa was quite pleased when she first learned that the people she'd be seeing weren't scum from bars or school like before. They were the top-notch high profile actors, doctors, lawyers... no filth there. It made it that much easier to please, and that much easier to rake in the dough. Soon, she'd gotten herself some nice new things, and her dorm was actually somewhat comfortably livable. What a shame, because as January rolled around, Alexa was evicted from her dorm. It was the middle of the night, and the RA decided to be an a** about Alexa's little smoking problem. Out into the rain she was tossed.
If Maryke hadn't liked her, Alexa might've been in trouble that night. However, Maryke was quick to respond to Lexy's call, picking her up and bringing her back to her own loft. Alexa was surprised to see where she'd landed, and was treated like she'd never been before. She had access to everything her madame owned, with the exception of her room. She spent the night, and by dawn she was promoted to Maryke's second in command. Now higher than the ring of seeing clients, she was the one orchestrating who saw who at what time and for what price.
It was also that morning that she realized something was building between the two of them. Suddenly, there was a strong attraction that Alexa couldn't ignore. Of course, there was no way in hell her feelings could ever be satisfied. A madame and her 'girls' could NEVER have a relationship! As the months went slowly by, it became harder and harder for her to be in the madame's presence. Though she was told not to see clients, she went out and found her own scum to service to clear her mind of the constant assault of thoughts about Maryke. Little did Alexa know Maryke was fighting those same inner feelings. Finally, after a meeting involving Mark Winters (infamous drug lord highly desired by the FBI), the tension snapped. Maryke wanted Alexa out. Or... so she thought.
Little did Alexa know Maryke was running a deal with Mr. Winters. All she wanted for all he wanted. Fair trade, or so Maryke said. But it was soon evident to Alexa that her boss; more likely her partner in crime by this point, was in serious trouble. After a confrontation, Maryke admitted her fear and the two shared an unbelievably intimate moment. Alexa thought she was in heaven as she laid there next to Maryke, the two so close together. Then it happened. Maryke said those three words... and as Alexa returned them, Maryke's fears took hold.
Before she knew it, Alexa was out, as good as a street dog. Her previous 'hook up' had been violent, her body was throbbing from the experience, and just when Maryke had given her something to make the pain go away, she had been thrown out. Alexa was mad. It was in that moment of weakness that Alexa did something she'd never forgive herself for. She picked up the phone and made a call. A call to the FBI. She spoke very little to the detective on the other end of the line; just enough to convey that Maryke and Mark Winters were connected. When the detective asked for the madame's whereabouts, Alexa realized what she was doing and quickly hung up. Unfortunately, it wasn't soon enough.
How Alexa Got to the Island:
Before Maryke left for the island, she planted a note in her loft. Alexa, after not seeing the madame for several days, became worried and went to see her, finding only the note. It was short; simply stating Maryke was off to a resort for a few days. However, Alexa becomes concerned after she dials her cell only to find that she cannot get an answer.
Knowing that this is unusual, she assumes that Maryke will not be coming back. Alexa is deeply pained by this, as she is still deeply in love with the older woman. Alexa fears that her madame has been killed, and after several days of brooding decides there is nothing left to do but pick up where she left off. The business had to keep going, afterall.
Alexa becomes the ring leader. Little did she know the FBI had surveillance set up pretty much everywhere Maryke might have gone. The FBI quickly assumes that Alexa is second in command, and it is noted that she seems to take over in her madame's absence. Alexa was then the target for God knows how many legal actions (as Alexa was sure she didn't know everything Maryke had been slipping her fingers into), even though she had no connection with Mark Winters. Panicked, she began to search desperately for a way out.
She exhausted most of her hiding places. She was pondering flying back home to New York where she knew she could hide. Suddenly, her cell rang. Pulling it out, she looked down to see the caller ID labeled "Feral Labs". Frowning, the name vaguely familiar to her, she answered the phone. She was shocked to find that the voice coming through was none other than Maryke's. Dr. Moreau had given Miss Jimenez a choice. Maryke could have easily called anyone and gotten herself off the island... but she didn't. She had a choice between freedom and revenge, and she chose revenge. She didn't say much, but just enough to convince Alexa to come (surely much to Moreau's delight). Maryke said she had arranged a flight for Alexa. She was desperate to escape and to see her madame again, so she didn't think twice about the shiver than ran up her spine as she got on the plane.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 1:13 pm
Development
My ideal 100% metamorphasis:
Alexa's body will have been almost completely transformed into a fossa. The rich red pattern of fur will cover her body completely, preferably with a lighter underside and beige/red 'eye dots' for emphasis over her eyes. She will have a long, slinky tail. Her legs will have converted to the point where it is almost painful to walk upright, but she can. Her hands and feet are mostly paws, but her digits are still long enough to use for 'normal' function (useless to note, as the fossa's digits are longer than any other feline's and the 'thumb' acts as a fifth toe). She will be more comfortable on all fours. Though her body will be shaped like that of a fossa, she still has her feminine curves somewhat, including her breasts. I would like for her to keep her hair, at least somewhat. It may change to a variation of colors, and shorten or grow out. By 100%, she will have no use for a straightener, and it will retain it's natural wave. Also, my biggest hope is that she could keep her blue/green eyes, though the brown around her pupil could become more dominant.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:13 pm
Why is the fossa perfect for Alexa?
Why the change in animal from a lemur to a fossa?
Well, this is simple. At first, I wanted to quest for a lemur. However, as the plot between Maryke and Alexa thickened, so to say, the choice to have two lemurs that were basically the same except for fur color seemed kind of silly. Where is the tension in that? It would be much more entertaining for Alexa (normally the underling, the second in command) to turn from prey to predator. The power shift would certainly be interesting, not to mention Alexa would want to EAT Maryke rather than be a royal pain in her a** for a living.
In being the other half of a double quest, we thought the food chain aspect being brought in would be a good and interesting idea. Any love or feelings they felt for one another could go one of two ways, and primal instincts could play a major role in how things develop and ultimately end.
Now then, for plot's sake, this would create an even more volatile environment for the two to try and cope with than before they got to the island! How very interesting!
For more info on how Alexa's personality and appearance contrasts and/or coincides with the fossa, please see the fossa info post. <3
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 12:44 pm
Info about the Fossa~!
IMAGE SPAM!
Concept images/artist aid: One form of butterfly tattoo, which Alexa has over her hip bone. She would be partial to pink/red ink. Yay~! Pink sapphire and diamonds are her fave for this one and only piercing :3 Art by me: Hahaha, Alexa if she were a nonmorphic lemur~ Her white ring is so cute :3 *pulls her tail*  Alexa when she was still in highschool working in the strip joint. Awww, so darling.  A test to see just how much lemur I could put on a human-esque body. I didn't like it, but thought I'd put it here.  A change? :O I was experimenting with her 50% or 75% here...  Another 100% experimentation.... yeah.... xD Art by others: Done by the highly talented Otsune, this was a very early concept of Alexa after her backstory was redone. I absolutely LOVE the eye style she picked out for the image, and am hoping to see it transferred to her appointment art one day. <3  A yummy headshot by Ryugen. I loooove the hair in this one~!  Sketch by Arafel, another more up to date version of her concept.  Gasp, a human sketch of Alexa~! Done by Amy D, much hearts!  I think this is my fave of all time, again done by Amy D. I just love the everything about it! ;;~
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:11 pm
heart Funds~ heart
Done at Mid-TEH prices as of August 12th, 2006.
Pure gold:
5,600,000 g
Items:
(Following auction rules, letters/letter items, event items over 5k and NM/angelic headbands only)
I will soon be compiled and recalculated =O
Item total: who knows?!
Grand total:
who knows?! / ??? g
A HUGE thank you to all who donated!
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:07 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:24 am
HI MY NAME IS FILLY AND I APPROVE THIS QUEST LIKE WHOA.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 12:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:44 pm
i like your charcter design, i haven't seem too many lemur tf's.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 8:59 pm
Thanks <3 I worked pretty hard on her~
Too bad Maryke got to the island first, considering it was my idea to do lemurs xDDDDD (jk, Maryke deserved to go first.)
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 9:30 pm
Hey good quest.
A couple comments:
I just find the way she get on the island unlikely. For Moreau to give any islander a chance at freedom seems out of character. I could see it him goding Maryke into calling Alexa but Maryke's freedom will never be on the table.
I know this is a double quest but from the way its written it sounds like she gets to pick her animal which isn't how it works. "Alexa would NEVER want" Animal choices are baised on the staff's moods and needs, not the subject's. (Unless Audery is selecting the serum)
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:39 am
yeah that's right I deserved it first > (
CuteFuz - No it isn't unlikely. Read between the lines. Just because Moreau gives her a choice doesn't mean he'd actually let her go if that's what she picked. He KNOWS she's going to choose revenge so he's comfortable with offering her that choice.
It doesnt' sound like that, she's listing both ICly and OOCly reasons. I did the same thing, in fact A LOT of islanders and questers have done that. So I see nothing wrong with it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:27 am
All of the IC reasons for choosing a lemur seem to have little outside of "IT WOULD BE THE MOST CONVENIENT FOR MY CHARACTER". Beyond the pre-arranged stuff you have with Maryke, I see no potential for any character development whatsoever, when the animal transformation usually serves as a very large springboard for it.
I understand that you want to match Maryke, but think of all of the possibilities that would arise that would be fun as hell to write (and read, as well!) if a different, "ugly" animal were chosen.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 9:58 am
Please recognize that not all of my IC or OOC reasons for choosing a lemur are listed in this thread. I have not updated it for a while, save a few copy/paste selections from my form for the concept contest. There are other reasons that I have yet to write out and add into this, as well as lemur info that I have yet to populate.
I appreciate your comment, but I made my animal choice long before Alexa even existed, and I would like to keep it that way, for the sake of the on-island torture it will induce. I feel that there are mountains of potential development because she will have to adjust to the changes that are made, just like every other islander once the transformation is begun. I am sorry I do not share your views on what a good quest character/animal combo is or isn't, but I honestly think there are too many entirely grotesque transformations on the island, and subtle, more psychological ones are severely lacking. Not to mention this particular animal will be the reason for countless hours of Alexa tearing herself apart and questioning most of her life.
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