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!
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.
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.
Sybil knew exactly when it was necessary to keep calm, and this was one of those times. Keeping a calm and collected demeanor around these unfamiliar faces in this new place would be essential in the long run. She could panic and lose her cool in private, but not here. Not with so many prying eyes. Sybil is grateful for all the contributions, but is unsettled by them all the same. To each offer, she counters the offer with one of her own. A gift of food is met with the promise of repayment, the offer for shelter is answered with promises of favors, and anyone that she can promise something to, she does. She can earn the favor of the people.
At least that's what she thinks before she sees the first few pamphlets. Two unassuming ones, and then one about alternatives to human flesh. Another normal one, then one about becoming a monster. But there isn't time for panic, and Sybil focuses everything she can into keeping up a smile. She can sort it all out later, anywhere but here.
It isn't but ten minutes later that she's hurrying herself out of sight, behind a building, away from the masses. She braces herself against the wall, dropping everything from her hands as she tries desperately to keep it together. The tears are already slipping down her cheeks, and she can't get her breathing back in control. She tries, and fails, and ends up slumped down on her knees. She rubs her hands against her eyes, trying to stop crying. She wasn't a monster. She wasn't. She wasn't...
[Scenario Two]
Sybil had been walking for hours. This was not a situation of her predicament making her believe she'd been lost for hours, because she still had enough of her wits about her that she could tell. She had actually, frustratingly, been walking around in this forest for hours. Originally, she was very calculating in her approach to getting out. She followed a numerical system so that she could retrace her steps, except that her retracing didn't go as planned. Instead of following her path back to the start, she ended up nowhere.
That's when she started using pebbles. If she left actual markings behind her, she couldn't get lost and she wouldn't forget where she'd been. Something was making her forget, something was manipulating her. She'd finally recovered enough from... shaking her head, she focused on the forest. She would not, absolutely would not permit this situation from dragging up unpleasant memories.
Or at least that's what she told herself. The more time she spent here, the more her thoughts fell into disarray. She'd only recovered by organizing her thoughts and focusing on the future. Focusing on what she could do. But here? There was only panic, panic and fear of the unknown. So when she turns around to follow her pebbles back and finds that they're all gone? It only takes a single childlike giggle in the distance to set her off. Immediately she's whipping around in the direction she heard the giggles... and she's shouting.
"What do you want from me!!" her usual calm demeanor is gone. There isn't a smile in sight, and she looks like she's ready to pounce. How unfortunate for anyone who stumbles upon her.
[Scenario Three]
Sybil did not fear the fog as most others did. She did not harbor the fear that the locals did, and she had no reason to run from it. There was a calmness that came with the fog. It covered and erased everything, it hid the world away and shrouded everything and everyone from each other. It was an opportunity to be alone.
Stepping back, Sybil leans her back against a tree and waits. There is only silence in the fog where she is. Everyone else has hidden away, moved to safety. She hasn't been given a reason to fear, so the fog is her safety. Her breathing is calm, steady, quiet. Any passerby would likely miss her if they weren't looking.
At least, they'd likely miss her if she wasn't in one of the more populated areas. There was sure to be someone stumbling, lost in the fog.
[Scenario Four]
Sybil wakes not to a sound, but to the cold chill of wet skin. It is not a peaceful awakening, either, instead she's bolt upright in an instant. Her hands are at her neck immediately as she gasps for breath and tries to fight away the dream she'd had. She'd fought Red, and it only took a single mistake for the fight to be over. She'd lost her head, and her fingers pressing at her neck reassured her that it was only a dream. She still had her head, it was all okay.
It was all okay until she pulled her hands away from her neck.
Instead of seeing glistening beads of sweat, her hands came away dark from her neck. Blood. She was bleeding, badly if the amount of blood over her hands was an indication. Building on her panic, her hands shoot to her skin to try to find the injury. To find where she's been hurt. Her arms, her chest, her legs, her neck, her face-- she can even taste the blood, how was there so much blood when she wasn't even...
It wasn't her blood.
The realization hits her the moment her hands reach her mouth and her finger slips over a fang. She didn't have fangs, she had teeth, but what her finger was touching was certainly a fang. She needed to get away from here, from whatever had happened and whatever she'd done. Stumbling to her feet, it took only a glance to realize that her clothes and the bed she'd slept on were soaked with blood. In her panic, the instinct to simply run kicked in and in a heartbeat she was out the door.
Anyone watching would get to see a woman, with her chin and the whole front of her sun dress covered in blood, running away from a home in the early hours of the morning. To some, it might be cause for concern. Thankfully, she's not the most athletic so it would be quite possible to catch up to her.
Edited 2015-01-23 17:45 (UTC)
hello sybil my old friend i've come to talk to you again (THREE)
There's a shadow in the fog. There are many shadows in the fog, yes, but this one never seems to coalesce into a person. Royce walks, a dark figure, a dark void with two brightly glowing eyes wandering nowhere in particular. His mind is preoccupied with other matters, and there's that itch, that irritating itch that feels similar to the pang of the lack of nicotine, though Royce knows perfectly that his changed body no longer needs the warmth of cigarette smoke.
The figure by the tree makes him pause. Familiarity flickers in his mind, and he wonders why, stepping closer. He's as quiet as a ghost - his feet meet the ground but do not make a sound, and as he manages to see the features of the woman in front of him through the fog, he realizes who it is.
The first feeling is something skin to relief. The second feeling, rising like bitter acid in him, is distaste. She had lied to them. All of them. She had followed their creed and in the end, she foolishly chased after her own selfish desires. He was fond of her, yes, there was always something pleasing about her presence back home, but the distinct feeling of hurt and betrayal is something that he cannot push away so easily.
He could turn and leave, but he chooses not to do so. Instead, he speaks up, that oddly soft and familiar ramble of a voice coming from the dark creature he now is.
Sybil knows the voice's owner before she sees him. She'd been focused idly on nothing, staring blankly into the fog. She'd lost track of how long she'd been lost in her thoughts, and this wasn't the first time Royce had snuck up on her. He was always a quieter one, soft spoken and consumed in his own world.
He was always the hardest to get a read on.
"Hi, Royce."
A neutral greeting, without even a single tell of her own emotions. There were a number of things that he could have found out about that he would harbor some level of emotion about. She didn't know what he knew, yet, so it was better to see how it panned out. She was the one for intricate word play and manipulative conversations, not him.
But she does at least glance down to find him... and she's greeted by a shadow in the fog. She isn't sure what she's seeing, reality or an illusion in the fog, but she visibly stiffens. She pushes back against the tree, watching the dark figure, waiting.
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Sybil Reisz | Transistor
Sybil knew exactly when it was necessary to keep calm, and this was one of those times. Keeping a calm and collected demeanor around these unfamiliar faces in this new place would be essential in the long run. She could panic and lose her cool in private, but not here. Not with so many prying eyes. Sybil is grateful for all the contributions, but is unsettled by them all the same. To each offer, she counters the offer with one of her own. A gift of food is met with the promise of repayment, the offer for shelter is answered with promises of favors, and anyone that she can promise something to, she does. She can earn the favor of the people.
At least that's what she thinks before she sees the first few pamphlets. Two unassuming ones, and then one about alternatives to human flesh. Another normal one, then one about becoming a monster. But there isn't time for panic, and Sybil focuses everything she can into keeping up a smile. She can sort it all out later, anywhere but here.
It isn't but ten minutes later that she's hurrying herself out of sight, behind a building, away from the masses. She braces herself against the wall, dropping everything from her hands as she tries desperately to keep it together. The tears are already slipping down her cheeks, and she can't get her breathing back in control. She tries, and fails, and ends up slumped down on her knees. She rubs her hands against her eyes, trying to stop crying. She wasn't a monster. She wasn't. She wasn't...
Sybil had been walking for hours. This was not a situation of her predicament making her believe she'd been lost for hours, because she still had enough of her wits about her that she could tell. She had actually, frustratingly, been walking around in this forest for hours. Originally, she was very calculating in her approach to getting out. She followed a numerical system so that she could retrace her steps, except that her retracing didn't go as planned. Instead of following her path back to the start, she ended up nowhere.
That's when she started using pebbles. If she left actual markings behind her, she couldn't get lost and she wouldn't forget where she'd been. Something was making her forget, something was manipulating her. She'd finally recovered enough from... shaking her head, she focused on the forest. She would not, absolutely would not permit this situation from dragging up unpleasant memories.
Or at least that's what she told herself. The more time she spent here, the more her thoughts fell into disarray. She'd only recovered by organizing her thoughts and focusing on the future. Focusing on what she could do. But here? There was only panic, panic and fear of the unknown. So when she turns around to follow her pebbles back and finds that they're all gone? It only takes a single childlike giggle in the distance to set her off. Immediately she's whipping around in the direction she heard the giggles... and she's shouting.
"What do you want from me!!" her usual calm demeanor is gone. There isn't a smile in sight, and she looks like she's ready to pounce. How unfortunate for anyone who stumbles upon her.
Sybil did not fear the fog as most others did. She did not harbor the fear that the locals did, and she had no reason to run from it. There was a calmness that came with the fog. It covered and erased everything, it hid the world away and shrouded everything and everyone from each other. It was an opportunity to be alone.
Stepping back, Sybil leans her back against a tree and waits. There is only silence in the fog where she is. Everyone else has hidden away, moved to safety. She hasn't been given a reason to fear, so the fog is her safety. Her breathing is calm, steady, quiet. Any passerby would likely miss her if they weren't looking.
At least, they'd likely miss her if she wasn't in one of the more populated areas. There was sure to be someone stumbling, lost in the fog.
Sybil wakes not to a sound, but to the cold chill of wet skin. It is not a peaceful awakening, either, instead she's bolt upright in an instant. Her hands are at her neck immediately as she gasps for breath and tries to fight away the dream she'd had. She'd fought Red, and it only took a single mistake for the fight to be over. She'd lost her head, and her fingers pressing at her neck reassured her that it was only a dream. She still had her head, it was all okay.
It was all okay until she pulled her hands away from her neck.
Instead of seeing glistening beads of sweat, her hands came away dark from her neck. Blood. She was bleeding, badly if the amount of blood over her hands was an indication. Building on her panic, her hands shoot to her skin to try to find the injury. To find where she's been hurt. Her arms, her chest, her legs, her neck, her face-- she can even taste the blood, how was there so much blood when she wasn't even...
It wasn't her blood.
The realization hits her the moment her hands reach her mouth and her finger slips over a fang. She didn't have fangs, she had teeth, but what her finger was touching was certainly a fang. She needed to get away from here, from whatever had happened and whatever she'd done. Stumbling to her feet, it took only a glance to realize that her clothes and the bed she'd slept on were soaked with blood. In her panic, the instinct to simply run kicked in and in a heartbeat she was out the door.
Anyone watching would get to see a woman, with her chin and the whole front of her sun dress covered in blood, running away from a home in the early hours of the morning. To some, it might be cause for concern. Thankfully, she's not the most athletic so it would be quite possible to catch up to her.
hello sybil my old friend i've come to talk to you again (THREE)
The figure by the tree makes him pause. Familiarity flickers in his mind, and he wonders why, stepping closer. He's as quiet as a ghost - his feet meet the ground but do not make a sound, and as he manages to see the features of the woman in front of him through the fog, he realizes who it is.
The first feeling is something skin to relief. The second feeling, rising like bitter acid in him, is distaste. She had lied to them. All of them. She had followed their creed and in the end, she foolishly chased after her own selfish desires. He was fond of her, yes, there was always something pleasing about her presence back home, but the distinct feeling of hurt and betrayal is something that he cannot push away so easily.
He could turn and leave, but he chooses not to do so. Instead, he speaks up, that oddly soft and familiar ramble of a voice coming from the dark creature he now is.
"Is that...Sybil. Is that you?"
in restless dreams, i walked alone
He was always the hardest to get a read on.
"Hi, Royce."
A neutral greeting, without even a single tell of her own emotions. There were a number of things that he could have found out about that he would harbor some level of emotion about. She didn't know what he knew, yet, so it was better to see how it panned out. She was the one for intricate word play and manipulative conversations, not him.
But she does at least glance down to find him... and she's greeted by a shadow in the fog. She isn't sure what she's seeing, reality or an illusion in the fog, but she visibly stiffens. She pushes back against the tree, watching the dark figure, waiting.