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:
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
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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.
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.
Sam Winchester is used to things not going his way. In fact, he's quite used to them seemingly almost with purpose going the exact opposite way of what he intends, but just because he's used to it doesn't mean he's glad for it. If anything, it makes him appreciates the lulls in how wonderfully messed up the world can be. This is clearly not one of those times.
He can still taste the distinct (and unappealing) flavors of the water he'd apparently swallowed. A mixture of damp and old vegetation wants to leave it's mark on his clothes even after he tried to dry them out, but appearances are the least of his concerns. The locals do seem congenial enough, well, as much as one can assume they would of a random stranger. The offers, more than suspicion, feel out of place to Sam who believes a healthy bit of skepticism towards the unknown is one of the ways to lead a fairly normal life. Not everyone gets that luxury.
He's bombarded with reading material, which would normally be a good thing, but it feels more like awkward self-help and propaganda than something actually, you know, helpful. His browns hang low on his forehead as he glances at the people passing around him before he scrutinizes the literature he's been provided. And none too happily.
"Alternatives to Human Flesh?" The hell? He wrinkles his nose, now sending his own suspicious gaze out to the masses. Is cannibalism a problem here? To think he'd been almost forced to take part in the 'Most Dangerous Game' redneck edition and now there's a potential to be eaten? By ordinary humans?
Monsters do make more sense sometimes.
The next person that passes close enough, Sam reaches out with one hand before realizing he looks like he's offering some of the pamphlets. An apologize smile as he clears his throat, shoving them away into his coat for the moment.
"Sorry--uh, do you know...is there a phone around here?" He can't seem to find his.
( SCENARIO THREE )
Fog can be dangerous, he knows this much, but it's an entirely different feeling he has creeping up the back of his neck. The fog itself is soft, yet heavy, bringing with it an edge he can only imagine even if his skin can't feel it. There's an inherent desire to panic despite himself with the knowledge that things here don't just happen like they would anywhere else. That would be much too easy.
Sam knows he can handle himself, but with the dense mist, it's almost impossible to see even his hand when he hold sit out in front. His sense of direction is completely jumbled--he could be walking in circles at this point for all he can tell. Though he hesitates to think of it as home--a concept he's felt has been lacking in his life even prior Vandare--where he lives in the town is a place he can at least see as a temporary reprieve. It's safe.
Most of the time.
He keeps one hand out to try and feel obstacles before he collides with them, taking one step at a time and trying to keep his breathing at a steady, slow rhythm. There's a machete in his other hand, held close to his thigh. Not good, no, this isn't good at all. But really, the disorientation of the fog is one thing. It's what lurks that's the real problem.
Idly, Xion wonders exactly what it is with people wandering out during a fog when there are definitely monsters prowling around it. Surely even the native people would have warned any newcomers to this place that being out in the fog is a recipe for disaster unless you've changed youself. And yet there people are, trying to go about their daily lives as if the fog isn't hiding monsters.
She sees him go past her once, twice, three times before deciding that he's most certainly lost in the dense fog. So she closes the distance a little, hooves clicking against the pavement as she does. Is however trying to stay out of sight range. She already has a good idea that most people don't take kindly to a hulking 6'5 zombie bipedal caribou thing with glowing yellow eyes suddenly showing up. Her ears can't handle much more screaming, to be honest.
"Do you need some help?" Her voice is the same, at the very least. A young girl though it echoes more than it should.
He knows, of course, that it's a bad idea to be out. Of course that would mean that he gets stuck out in it as well, having completely lost track of time before his sense of direction went with it. He's confident enough that he can defend himself if it comes to it, but he's at an obvious disadvantage. If anything wants to approach? It certainly can.
And it does. He hears the click of hooves steadily grow closer and turn towards where he thinks he the sound is coming from. He's slightly off, having only human hearing to rely on. But man, even if he had seen it coming, he had not been expecting that voice come out of that hazy figure.
He's immediately on edge, back straight as he swallows, his grip tightening on the machete as he lifts it as well. "--No." Really, what do you say to something like that? What in the world is that? "I'm fine. Thanks--for asking." A trick? And why does it sound like a little girl? Is it trying to impersonate a human, potentially one that would need help? Certainly that would be a tactic that's worked for Wendigo in the past.
Xion watches him, shifting weight from one hoof to the other. She knows what someone on edge looks like, and she leans back a little, to put a bit more distance between them. Still, her ears are perked forward in alert, just in case. He's on edge and he has a weapon. Not a really good combination for her. So she does her best to diffuse the situation.
"If I can help someone I do. It's just- I've seen you come by here a few times, so I was wondering, that's all." She scratches the back of her head a little sheepishly. "I don't mean to scare you, I'm not dangerous, or anything like that." Which is a lie, but what she does mean is she's not dangerous right now. "I guess saying that doesn't really help though, does it?" Probably not with something with her current appearance.
"I just don't want anyone getting hurt if I can help it."
It's hard not to stare, it really is. Logically, he knows he hasn't seen everything, but damn if he suddenly feels like his CV didn't need this included. What is it? His mind is racing through possibilities. Feet like some sort of deer, the tale of a wolf, the hands of a man, the face--a horse? A horse skull on an eagle's neck. It's a monstrosity, that's what it is. But it's that voice that, strangely, seems the most out of place.
Oh great, it's been watching me. He knows his senses are compromised, but it's not that fun to be confronted with it by the (supposed) enemy. His gaze turns from surprised to skeptical immediately as he raises the machete to hold it out instead. He's not going to make the mistake and turn his back on it, no matter how congenial it's trying to be.
"I'm having a hard time with that, yeah," he agrees. "You're telling me that you just...wait out here and play Good Samaritan?"
The machete raises, and Xion takes a step back, lifting her hands in what she hopes is a placating gesture. No maliciousness here, despite how she looks. She promises.
"Not really. I'm looking for my friends. I want to be there if they show up here." Someone has to take care of Axel and Roxas, after all. Who knows what kind of trouble they'd get themselves into without her. "I know I'd want someone to look after my friends if they were in trouble or lost, anyway. Especially in a place like this." Where the next person around the corner could make a meal of you. Or attempt to, anyway.
"I was going to get something to eat anyway." She tries for a bit of awkward humour, then realizes just how that sounds. "Not you, I mean. I wouldn't do that." Not right now, anyway. There's no strong craving for human meat, just something to fill her constantly hungry stomach.
For it's friends? That doesn't bode well, but it also seems pretty insistent that it's not out to do harm. The body language is off, as much as one could tell with those odd angles. Sam isn't prepared to lower his weapon any moment soon, but he doesn't advance, at least. Hazel eyes narrow at the figure in the fog.
"Are your friends...like you?" And are they coming, will be his next question. Because that would be a problem. "Hunting in the fog?"
"No- I mean my friends if any of them have shown up. They'd still be human, not like me. And I'm not hunting anything, really. I was going to the butchers." Granted, the butcher isn't anything like the one in Bavan where she usually goes, where she's worked out a deal the best she can. But they're still wary of monsters like her, and it's enough to have them doing what she wants, even if she hates thinking of it that way, until she can pay properly for what she's taken.
Xion slouches a little, looking off to the side. What she's doing clearly isn't helping her cause, so she tries for another approach. "My name is Xion," she tries for the friendliest tone she can muster, awkwardly holding out her hand, though she doesn't move. "It's nice to meet you." Maybe introductions would set him at ease? She doesn't know, but at least she's trying.
Wait, hold on a second. Sam had been operating under the (fair) assumption that whatever this creature is, it's exactly that; a creature. He understood that there are beings who transform from one thing to another, but this one in particular doesn't ring a bell. His brows furrow together as the blade lowers slightly, his interest piqued.
"What do you mean...you are--were human?" That...that definitely puts a whole new spin on things.
He eyes the extended hand, not ready to take it even with a friendly gesture. Is that a smile? It's hard to tell with that boney skull. Sam doesn't return the gesture or the smile, but his expression appears a little more curious than on edge.
"David," he says with a nod, one of the aliases he uses.
"That's right. I was human." When her hand isn't taken after a bit, it drops to her side unassumingly. That's fine, maybe he doesn't know what a handshake is, she hadn't when she'd first arrived. Surely someone would tell him eventually. "You've seen the pamphlets going around right? There's a few new ones around, but they're mostly true. Everyone who ends up here changes into a monster after awhile."
Not the friendly Halloween Town kind ones either. "I was one of the first to show up here, but... I don't always look like this," She gestures to herself. "Some of us get more... monstrous when the fog is around. And there's even another kind that's even more troublesome. It happens less frequently, though."
Right, the pamphlets. He'd received quite a few when he arrived, although he'd initially written them off as a hoax. When it came to the supernatural, the locals weren't usually so open about things. Usually. He's been proven wrong more than once and it seems that this town is one of those times. One comes to mind in particular, Alternatives to Human Flesh. Were they preparing him for what he might encounter or...
...what he might become?
She only confirms it. Sam swallows, this time lowering the machete entirely. He knows it's not wise to just take anyone on their word, let alone a monster, but with everything he's experienced thus far, it's hard to argue. Though the last thing he wants to believe is that a young girl could turn into that--that he just might.
"What are you?" It seems fair enough to ask, his brows turning upwards as he glances along her figure, something that might be inappropriate had she not turned into, you know, a monster.
The machete lowers, and Xion herself relaxes visibly. She'd smile in relief, if she could.
"A Wendigo." Or that's what she's been called by the locals. She's never heard of them before coming here, so she doesn't exactly have a better guess. Werewolves, Vampires and Shades, she knows and gets. Rather, Shades she knows more as 'Ghosts', but it's the same basic idea. "I think we're one of the least common things to turn into, I only know three others not including me." She readies, in case he asks about that too.
She's glad there's not many Wendigo like her, though. She couldn't imagine there being more than there were, especially with the constant hunger that was only ever barely satiated by humans, and even then it's not particularly for long.
Xion doesn't know what she'd do without Walter. She doesn't like hurting people. Maybe that's a little selfish to put such pressure on him, though.
She could feel that tingle through her as she got stuck in the fog as well. Though Clarke has experienced the dangerous affect of what another kind of fog can do. This fog is not orange, but it didn't leave her feeling any better about it. All she could do was stay calm and try and find somewhere to wait this out.
She had been feeling along a building in Vandere, trying to make sense of her directions. Waving one hand to try and make the thick, soft fog currently coating around her at least lighten up to see a few feet in front of her.
But it nearly made her run into someone. He's much taller than her, and she stumbled for a moment, her free hand still on the side of the building for support.
"Sorry. Didn't see you," she responded, glancing back up at him. She didn't see much of anything in truth.
Any movement in the fog raises suspicion because you never know what's waiting. What is worse is the fact that Sam has more than a few ideas of what could be, so he's on edge, and understandably so. Though he can hear light footsteps drawing closer, he has no clue what direction they're coming from until it's too late. He turns his head, then his torso just in time to be collided with.
He doesn't stumble, but he's certainly surprised, half-drawing his weapon up before he realizes that it's human, or at least she appears as much. There's a bit of relief in the way his shoulders relax, but to let his guard down entirely would be stupid.
"There's not much to see in general right now," he says, offering a short-lived smile. "Are you okay?"
He towered over her, but he seemed human, too. She had yet to find anything to qualify for a weapon in this fog, but that doesn't mean she hasn't looked. He seemed human though-- safe for now. She looked at him and then back from where he headed to see if she could actually see anything to no avail.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she told him. Aside from the stinging all over her body, she was alright. "Just trying to find the place I was staying. I don't even know what street I'm on now."
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Sam Winchester || Supernatural
His life is weird.
Sam Winchester is used to things not going his way. In fact, he's quite used to them seemingly almost with purpose going the exact opposite way of what he intends, but just because he's used to it doesn't mean he's glad for it. If anything, it makes him appreciates the lulls in how wonderfully messed up the world can be. This is clearly not one of those times.
He can still taste the distinct (and unappealing) flavors of the water he'd apparently swallowed. A mixture of damp and old vegetation wants to leave it's mark on his clothes even after he tried to dry them out, but appearances are the least of his concerns. The locals do seem congenial enough, well, as much as one can assume they would of a random stranger. The offers, more than suspicion, feel out of place to Sam who believes a healthy bit of skepticism towards the unknown is one of the ways to lead a fairly normal life. Not everyone gets that luxury.
He's bombarded with reading material, which would normally be a good thing, but it feels more like awkward self-help and propaganda than something actually, you know, helpful. His browns hang low on his forehead as he glances at the people passing around him before he scrutinizes the literature he's been provided. And none too happily.
"Alternatives to Human Flesh?" The hell? He wrinkles his nose, now sending his own suspicious gaze out to the masses. Is cannibalism a problem here? To think he'd been almost forced to take part in the 'Most Dangerous Game' redneck edition and now there's a potential to be eaten? By ordinary humans?
Monsters do make more sense sometimes.
The next person that passes close enough, Sam reaches out with one hand before realizing he looks like he's offering some of the pamphlets. An apologize smile as he clears his throat, shoving them away into his coat for the moment.
"Sorry--uh, do you know...is there a phone around here?" He can't seem to find his.
( SCENARIO THREE )
Fog can be dangerous, he knows this much, but it's an entirely different feeling he has creeping up the back of his neck. The fog itself is soft, yet heavy, bringing with it an edge he can only imagine even if his skin can't feel it. There's an inherent desire to panic despite himself with the knowledge that things here don't just happen like they would anywhere else. That would be much too easy.
Sam knows he can handle himself, but with the dense mist, it's almost impossible to see even his hand when he hold sit out in front. His sense of direction is completely jumbled--he could be walking in circles at this point for all he can tell. Though he hesitates to think of it as home--a concept he's felt has been lacking in his life even prior Vandare--where he lives in the town is a place he can at least see as a temporary reprieve. It's safe.
Most of the time.
He keeps one hand out to try and feel obstacles before he collides with them, taking one step at a time and trying to keep his breathing at a steady, slow rhythm. There's a machete in his other hand, held close to his thigh. Not good, no, this isn't good at all. But really, the disorientation of the fog is one thing. It's what lurks that's the real problem.
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She sees him go past her once, twice, three times before deciding that he's most certainly lost in the dense fog. So she closes the distance a little, hooves clicking against the pavement as she does. Is however trying to stay out of sight range. She already has a good idea that most people don't take kindly to a hulking 6'5 zombie bipedal caribou thing with glowing yellow eyes suddenly showing up. Her ears can't handle much more screaming, to be honest.
"Do you need some help?" Her voice is the same, at the very least. A young girl though it echoes more than it should.
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And it does. He hears the click of hooves steadily grow closer and turn towards where he thinks he the sound is coming from. He's slightly off, having only human hearing to rely on. But man, even if he had seen it coming, he had not been expecting that voice come out of that hazy figure.
He's immediately on edge, back straight as he swallows, his grip tightening on the machete as he lifts it as well. "--No." Really, what do you say to something like that? What in the world is that? "I'm fine. Thanks--for asking." A trick? And why does it sound like a little girl? Is it trying to impersonate a human, potentially one that would need help? Certainly that would be a tactic that's worked for Wendigo in the past.
"Do you normally try to help people?"
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"If I can help someone I do. It's just- I've seen you come by here a few times, so I was wondering, that's all." She scratches the back of her head a little sheepishly. "I don't mean to scare you, I'm not dangerous, or anything like that." Which is a lie, but what she does mean is she's not dangerous right now. "I guess saying that doesn't really help though, does it?" Probably not with something with her current appearance.
"I just don't want anyone getting hurt if I can help it."
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Oh great, it's been watching me. He knows his senses are compromised, but it's not that fun to be confronted with it by the (supposed) enemy. His gaze turns from surprised to skeptical immediately as he raises the machete to hold it out instead. He's not going to make the mistake and turn his back on it, no matter how congenial it's trying to be.
"I'm having a hard time with that, yeah," he agrees. "You're telling me that you just...wait out here and play Good Samaritan?"
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"Not really. I'm looking for my friends. I want to be there if they show up here." Someone has to take care of Axel and Roxas, after all. Who knows what kind of trouble they'd get themselves into without her. "I know I'd want someone to look after my friends if they were in trouble or lost, anyway. Especially in a place like this." Where the next person around the corner could make a meal of you. Or attempt to, anyway.
"I was going to get something to eat anyway." She tries for a bit of awkward humour, then realizes just how that sounds. "Not you, I mean. I wouldn't do that." Not right now, anyway. There's no strong craving for human meat, just something to fill her constantly hungry stomach.
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"Are your friends...like you?" And are they coming, will be his next question. Because that would be a problem. "Hunting in the fog?"
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Xion slouches a little, looking off to the side. What she's doing clearly isn't helping her cause, so she tries for another approach. "My name is Xion," she tries for the friendliest tone she can muster, awkwardly holding out her hand, though she doesn't move. "It's nice to meet you." Maybe introductions would set him at ease? She doesn't know, but at least she's trying.
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"What do you mean...you are--were human?" That...that definitely puts a whole new spin on things.
He eyes the extended hand, not ready to take it even with a friendly gesture. Is that a smile? It's hard to tell with that boney skull. Sam doesn't return the gesture or the smile, but his expression appears a little more curious than on edge.
"David," he says with a nod, one of the aliases he uses.
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Not the friendly Halloween Town kind ones either. "I was one of the first to show up here, but... I don't always look like this," She gestures to herself. "Some of us get more... monstrous when the fog is around. And there's even another kind that's even more troublesome. It happens less frequently, though."
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...what he might become?
She only confirms it. Sam swallows, this time lowering the machete entirely. He knows it's not wise to just take anyone on their word, let alone a monster, but with everything he's experienced thus far, it's hard to argue. Though the last thing he wants to believe is that a young girl could turn into that--that he just might.
"What are you?" It seems fair enough to ask, his brows turning upwards as he glances along her figure, something that might be inappropriate had she not turned into, you know, a monster.
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"A Wendigo." Or that's what she's been called by the locals. She's never heard of them before coming here, so she doesn't exactly have a better guess. Werewolves, Vampires and Shades, she knows and gets. Rather, Shades she knows more as 'Ghosts', but it's the same basic idea. "I think we're one of the least common things to turn into, I only know three others not including me." She readies, in case he asks about that too.
She's glad there's not many Wendigo like her, though. She couldn't imagine there being more than there were, especially with the constant hunger that was only ever barely satiated by humans, and even then it's not particularly for long.
Xion doesn't know what she'd do without Walter. She doesn't like hurting people. Maybe that's a little selfish to put such pressure on him, though.
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She had been feeling along a building in Vandere, trying to make sense of her directions. Waving one hand to try and make the thick, soft fog currently coating around her at least lighten up to see a few feet in front of her.
But it nearly made her run into someone. He's much taller than her, and she stumbled for a moment, her free hand still on the side of the building for support.
"Sorry. Didn't see you," she responded, glancing back up at him. She didn't see much of anything in truth.
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He doesn't stumble, but he's certainly surprised, half-drawing his weapon up before he realizes that it's human, or at least she appears as much. There's a bit of relief in the way his shoulders relax, but to let his guard down entirely would be stupid.
"There's not much to see in general right now," he says, offering a short-lived smile. "Are you okay?"
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"Yeah, I'm fine," she told him. Aside from the stinging all over her body, she was alright. "Just trying to find the place I was staying. I don't even know what street I'm on now."