Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
The reserve date has been announced (it was changed to the 30th to allow a maximum number of people compared to a Friday).
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
SCENARIO FOUR: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
[The woods, at least, are dark. She doesn't have to spend most of the day hiding from the sun or feeling absolutely exhausted when she has to be out in it. Instead, she can move freely, her presence announced ahead of her by her eyes, which glow white. They act as a beacon, she knows, but she also feels somehow secure.
Like her powers before, Marie can protect herself much better like this than just as a normal girl.
Maybe that's fate. Maybe she is just meant to be a monster who consumes others. After all, that's what she does like this, just like before. She can't run from it, but she can't bring herself to embrace it yet, either. When she notices movement ahead, she stops.]
Who's there? I won't hurt you.
3:
[In the fog, she's dangerous, and she's not human.
Instead, Rogue is a shadow, passing through whatever solid objects block her way. And she's hungry. Very, very hungry. Which is why she's found a human and trapped them against a wall. The man screams as her hand reaches into his body and pulls something out, which is absorbed into the shadow form. The screaming stops, and the man collapses.
She steps back and turns the head that isn't quite solidly there to look at... something.]
It's rude t' stare.
4:
[Outside the fog, Marie looks human. Mostly. Her eyes glow white, and those who can sense auras can, no doubt, see the shadows hovering around her. Her temperament has changed, too. Sharper and harsher, almost completely unforgiving.
She avoids sunlight, though, which is why she's doing her shopping today, under an overcast sky. Not that she needs much. Food is pointless now, but there are clothes to consider, which mostly involves fabric she can sew into clothes. There are also simple things to keep the household looking like it's actually lived in.
She can feel the darkness inside of her, and she can feel herself getting used to it.
That is perhaps the most terrifying thing.
But-- Ah. Now, that's a new face. She approaches and gives a nod.]
[The monster who steps out of the woods is a large one. Even as a human, Vengarl was never a small man - towering at nearly nine feet tall - and his transformation into a troll hasn't done much to shorten his stature.
Needless to say, he's pretty confident in his ability to defend himself. Rogue may be a shade, but Vengarl wasn't particularly afraid of her hurting him. He definitely appreciates the sentiment, though.]
That's very kind of you. There are many who'd attack a man like me as soon as look at 'im.
An' plenty who'd do th' same t' me. I don' tend t' mean harm t' someone 'less they do t' me.
[The good little Southern girl comes out easily enough, especially in a place like this. Never hurts to be hospitable to her fellow no-longer-human residents of this place.]
[The shadow is ... well ... he couldn't tell if it's familiar or not; he doesn't know many shades and he's not very good at telling them apart.]
[The voice, however, sounds vaguely familiar, even if he's not quite placing it at the moment, and in his fog form it's mostly coloration and the parts that are consistent that might match the gargoyle that'd been in Rota.]
[It's not exactly what he'd call being picky about hunting, but...well, there aren't any other humans about and she's not doing something that'd cause panic. Bahamut only knew they didn't need any more of that, the broken-off-shoulder spine and mottled black splatter-scars across his back, wings, the plating on his head, and tail a testament to that. And he was hungrier than he'd care to admit. His voice has enough rumbling tones in that form to be noticeably inhuman.]
Did you have any plans for the meat?
[When all else fails, pragmatism seemed like a good answer, and he'd been relying on smoked leftover bits for a few weeks now.]
[The white eyes turn to look at the creature speaking, and its shadowy head shakes slowly.]
None. It's yours if you'd like. Still warm.
[That should upset her, chill her. But, instead, it just seems practical. Let someone else eat when she's had a soul to consume. Waste not, want not. That was what Mama had always said.
[It's never pleasant when the fog comes. Athelstan has found himself in town to sate his own hunger, and to pick up some supplies for the house. He's been wandering, searching for a target, someone whose soul is too impure and tainted to ever reach Heaven, when he chances upon someone else doing the same.
And his breath catches in his throat as the person turns to him, recognizes that peculiar but wonderful accent. He wonders if she will recognize him in turn, with his red eyes, his curving horns, his whip-like tail and his leathery bat-like wings tucked up against his back.
Athelstan wonders, briefly, if he's seeing things, if he's mistaken. He's searched for her, missed her in his heart the way he missed Lagertha when she vanished. He couldn't find either of them, no matter how hard he looked.] Marie? Is that really...?
[She knew she'd lost time; the weather told her that. A lot of time. But she didn’t know how. It was all a blank, empty. The form in front of her, especially in the dark and the fog, was unrecognizable, but she knew the voice. Her memory was sharp.]
...Athelston?
[The familiarity and all they'd spoken of before instilled a sense of real shame for what she'd just done.]
[He can't even pay the body of her prey any mind. It's been some time since she last saw him, and his changes have been... difficult. His life has been difficult here, with the horrors of this place, even more than the changes and the fog, becoming more obvious.
He steps closer so she can see him better, his facial features are largely unchanged but for the color of his eyes, he's just grown a short beard and grown out his hair.] Yes, yes, it's me. Marie, I thought- You just vanished, weeks and weeks ago.
[She remembers. All too well. The threat of sacrifice.
But--]
I don't know what happened. That's the last I remember. Then... I woke up on the shore again.
[Still changed, still something not human. It's something, she's realized, she can't escape. She will never be "normal" again. Maybe she never could be in the first place.]
We're well into spring now. You really don't remember anything? [Maybe she doesn't. Who knows what can happen in this place, what these false gods can do to their memories, to their bodies?
He has mixed feelings on seeing her here, again. Joy, to be reunited with a dear friend, someone he cares about. Anger and sadness, that she has to be here again, that she is still changed, that she has to go through this at all when she should be at home. The conflict is probably obvious in his face, he's never been good at keeping things inside.]
I suppose it doesn't matter now. You're here again, and while I wish you did not have to suffer this place, I... I missed you terribly, my friend.
[The shadowy form makes her smile harder to see, but it's there. She moves toward him, unconcerned with the body still on the ground, and she does her best to hug him. It feels strange like this, but it can still be done. And she does it.
Because he's a friend, and he's missed her, and this is what matters. Even with her memories gone of the time she's lost, but what matters is she isn't alone, even in this awful situation.]
[He likes to think he can see it, despite her changed form. His own smiles look stranger these days as well, with his canine and premolar teeth gone razor sharp. Athelstan ignores the body as well, entirely focused on the woman he has long called a friend, ever since they met in Rota that night, found they shared a faith he had thought he lost.
He curls his arms around her as tight as he can, and it's different, but it's meaningful all the same.]
Think I just found it, sugar. [ As that something? It'd been a cute girl to talk to. Sure, the girl's demeanor could cut like a knife, but hey, Benten's sorta into that. Needs it, even, because he isn't in the mood for nonsense. ]
See, everythin's gone straight to hell, and you're the only one who's got their wits about 'em. [ A beat. ] Tell me how it was, huh? The "change". I want to know what I've got t'look forward to.
[ Oh. He warms to the sound of her voice, and heedless of the way her eyes gleam and glint white, he bridges the distance between them. Benten's never been precisely shy, so forgive him if the closeness is a bit more than what's comfortable and maybe...
Maybe he just doesn't want anyone else to see the scales which run iridescent up and down his forearms when he pushes back the sleeves of his coat. ]
These, for starters. [ Somehow, he can appreciate her almost morbid curiosity. ] I was a monster back home, y'know. The worst kind. Don't know why they'd have me be anythin' else here.
[ His smile, then, is languid and slow. ]
Though it does give me good reason t'kick up a storm.
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graveyardsmash2015-05-23 05:28 pm
Marie "Rogue" D'Ancanto : X-Men : re-app
[The woods, at least, are dark. She doesn't have to spend most of the day hiding from the sun or feeling absolutely exhausted when she has to be out in it. Instead, she can move freely, her presence announced ahead of her by her eyes, which glow white. They act as a beacon, she knows, but she also feels somehow secure.
Like her powers before, Marie can protect herself much better like this than just as a normal girl.
Maybe that's fate. Maybe she is just meant to be a monster who consumes others. After all, that's what she does like this, just like before. She can't run from it, but she can't bring herself to embrace it yet, either. When she notices movement ahead, she stops.]
Who's there? I won't hurt you.
3:
[In the fog, she's dangerous, and she's not human.
Instead, Rogue is a shadow, passing through whatever solid objects block her way. And she's hungry. Very, very hungry. Which is why she's found a human and trapped them against a wall. The man screams as her hand reaches into his body and pulls something out, which is absorbed into the shadow form. The screaming stops, and the man collapses.
She steps back and turns the head that isn't quite solidly there to look at... something.]
It's rude t' stare.
4:
[Outside the fog, Marie looks human. Mostly. Her eyes glow white, and those who can sense auras can, no doubt, see the shadows hovering around her. Her temperament has changed, too. Sharper and harsher, almost completely unforgiving.
She avoids sunlight, though, which is why she's doing her shopping today, under an overcast sky. Not that she needs much. Food is pointless now, but there are clothes to consider, which mostly involves fabric she can sew into clothes. There are also simple things to keep the household looking like it's actually lived in.
She can feel the darkness inside of her, and she can feel herself getting used to it.
That is perhaps the most terrifying thing.
But-- Ah. Now, that's a new face. She approaches and gives a nod.]
Looking for something?
2.
[The monster who steps out of the woods is a large one. Even as a human, Vengarl was never a small man - towering at nearly nine feet tall - and his transformation into a troll hasn't done much to shorten his stature.
Needless to say, he's pretty confident in his ability to defend himself. Rogue may be a shade, but Vengarl wasn't particularly afraid of her hurting him. He definitely appreciates the sentiment, though.]
That's very kind of you. There are many who'd attack a man like me as soon as look at 'im.
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[The good little Southern girl comes out easily enough, especially in a place like this. Never hurts to be hospitable to her fellow no-longer-human residents of this place.]
Don' know the way out either, d'ya?
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[Of course, as monsters, they're going to have to attack someone eventually. Vengarl's doing his best to avoid that right now, though.]
I do not. I came to these woods seeking seclusion, in honesty. I was not going to make the trip out for several more days.
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[But she should have known better than coming out here. Only one thing happened coming out here: people got lost.]
3! wb!
[The voice, however, sounds vaguely familiar, even if he's not quite placing it at the moment, and in his fog form it's mostly coloration and the parts that are consistent that might match the gargoyle that'd been in Rota.]
[It's not exactly what he'd call being picky about hunting, but...well, there aren't any other humans about and she's not doing something that'd cause panic. Bahamut only knew they didn't need any more of that, the broken-off-shoulder spine and mottled black splatter-scars across his back, wings, the plating on his head, and tail a testament to that.
And he was hungrier than he'd care to admit.His voice has enough rumbling tones in that form to be noticeably inhuman.]Did you have any plans for the meat?
[When all else fails, pragmatism seemed like a good answer, and he'd been relying on smoked leftover bits for a few weeks now.]
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None. It's yours if you'd like. Still warm.
[That should upset her, chill her. But, instead, it just seems practical. Let someone else eat when she's had a soul to consume. Waste not, want not. That was what Mama had always said.
Though this couldn't be how she meant it.]
3!!!
And his breath catches in his throat as the person turns to him, recognizes that peculiar but wonderful accent. He wonders if she will recognize him in turn, with his red eyes, his curving horns, his whip-like tail and his leathery bat-like wings tucked up against his back.
Athelstan wonders, briefly, if he's seeing things, if he's mistaken. He's searched for her, missed her in his heart the way he missed Lagertha when she vanished. He couldn't find either of them, no matter how hard he looked.] Marie? Is that really...?
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...Athelston?
[The familiarity and all they'd spoken of before instilled a sense of real shame for what she'd just done.]
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He steps closer so she can see him better, his facial features are largely unchanged but for the color of his eyes, he's just grown a short beard and grown out his hair.] Yes, yes, it's me. Marie, I thought- You just vanished, weeks and weeks ago.
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[She remembers. All too well. The threat of sacrifice.
But--]
I don't know what happened. That's the last I remember. Then... I woke up on the shore again.
[Still changed, still something not human. It's something, she's realized, she can't escape. She will never be "normal" again. Maybe she never could be in the first place.]
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He has mixed feelings on seeing her here, again. Joy, to be reunited with a dear friend, someone he cares about. Anger and sadness, that she has to be here again, that she is still changed, that she has to go through this at all when she should be at home. The conflict is probably obvious in his face, he's never been good at keeping things inside.]
I suppose it doesn't matter now. You're here again, and while I wish you did not have to suffer this place, I... I missed you terribly, my friend.
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Because he's a friend, and he's missed her, and this is what matters. Even with her memories gone of the time she's lost, but what matters is she isn't alone, even in this awful situation.]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go.
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He curls his arms around her as tight as he can, and it's different, but it's meaningful all the same.]
It cannot be helped. You're here now.
4!
See, everythin's gone straight to hell, and you're the only one who's got their wits about 'em. [ A beat. ] Tell me how it was, huh? The "change". I want to know what I've got t'look forward to.
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Got any clues yet? Anythin' startin' t' change?
[Because she knows none of them are exactly the same. But there are some similarities.]
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Maybe he just doesn't want anyone else to see the scales which run iridescent up and down his forearms when he pushes back the sleeves of his coat. ]
These, for starters. [ Somehow, he can appreciate her almost morbid curiosity. ] I was a monster back home, y'know. The worst kind. Don't know why they'd have me be anythin' else here.
[ His smile, then, is languid and slow. ]
Though it does give me good reason t'kick up a storm.