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.
[Hawke should really do something, about all that giggling that keeps drawing people into the woods. And she will, it's just--right now, something else is occupying her attention, and that something else is the man clinging on to a low-hanging tree branch, looking for all the world like someone in way over his head. She lets out a breath, then steps forward, twigs cracking under her feet, releasing her staff and letting it lean against a nearby tree and holding her clawed hands up.
She looks a truly monstrous sight, horns protruding from her skull, dragon's wings folded in against her back, a tail swaying idly back and forth, purple scales peeking out from her collar and under her sleeves. Still, she gives him a friendly smile, and her general demeanor reads of someone more curious and jovial than anything.]
Here I am. Sorry about the laughter, I've no idea where it comes from still. [She lets her hands drop, and shrugs.] It's harmless, I swear. Creepy, but harmless.
[ Hawke really needs to take care of that, yeah, because some people are harboring a whole lot of guilt and can't deal with childlike giggling as their welcome to the peninsula. Hawke herself isn't the best welcome either, and Theon nearly jumps out of his skin at he sight of her. His mangled hands grip the branch more tightly as he squeezes his eyes shut, believing them to be playing tricks on him.
It's a dream, you're still in Winterfell, you won't be hurt, you only need to wake up...
After a moment, he tentatively opens his eyes. Hawke still stands before him, her appearance unchanged. As ghastly as it is, it should be enough to comfort him; enough to lull him into the security that this is indeed a dream, but it still doesn't feel right. His fingers ache too much, the air feels too stuffy, it all feels too real. ]
My pardons-- [ The words pour out in a painful gasp. ] You...you can hear them as well? [ These are my ghosts, he thinks. Not yours. ]
[There are ghosts, like the phantom giggling of the forest. Then there are ghosts, like Bethany and her mother, like the people she couldn't save, weighing down on her sometimes. And Hawke, well--Hawke knows a haunted man when she sees one.]
Marian Hawke, but call me Hawke. [There's a small nod of the head there, and a friendly, charming smile. She steps forward, just a little, maintaining the distance between them. She can't help but pity the man before her, she always did have such a bleeding heart (covered up by a veneer of humor), but she knows it's not always welcome.] Yes, I can. They're rather common. I should put up a sign--"come to Lager Woods, get distracted by strange giggling, lose your way and be one with nature! Or somebody's stomach."
[Welcome to Ryslig. Sorry about the terrible humor.]
You're new here. Do you have a name, or should I come up with one for you? [Hawke, absolutely not.] I can't call you "sad lost person".
aw okay. idk much about dragon age besides anders anyway
[ Theon's ghosts are all people he couldn't save. People he wronged, people he betrayed, people who deserved better. Deep down, he knows that the phantom giggling doesn't belong to the Stark children, but it discomforts him and reminds him of all the mistakes he can't take back. Ghosts and guilt; they're really one in the same.
Hawke's humor does little to impress Theon. He doesn't crack even a shadow of a smile for her. If anything, his frown deepens when she starts to talk about names. Remember it. Remember your name. ]
Reek. [ He's quick to answer, to cut her off and force her to stop talking about names. ] My name is Reek. [ It rhymes with meek. He speaks, but he still seems uneasy, affected now more by the giggling than by Hawke's appearance. His mangled hands wring at the fabric of his filthy shirt and his eyes dart around, trying to see through the trees. ]
Reek? [An eyebrow goes up.] Your parents must really hate you.
[But if that's what his name is (she has her suspicions, from the way he frowned when she spoke about coming up with a nickname), then fine. It's better than "sad lost person" anyway, though only slightly. She glances around, the giggling echoing off the trees, and looks back at the man.]
No. [A shrug, and a little flap of her hand--don't mind it, she doesn't say, it's just how things are.] They're shy that way.
i'll attack with jon later for now have a hawke
She looks a truly monstrous sight, horns protruding from her skull, dragon's wings folded in against her back, a tail swaying idly back and forth, purple scales peeking out from her collar and under her sleeves. Still, she gives him a friendly smile, and her general demeanor reads of someone more curious and jovial than anything.]
Here I am. Sorry about the laughter, I've no idea where it comes from still. [She lets her hands drop, and shrugs.] It's harmless, I swear. Creepy, but harmless.
what if i want dude hawke instead
It's a dream, you're still in Winterfell, you won't be hurt, you only need to wake up...
After a moment, he tentatively opens his eyes. Hawke still stands before him, her appearance unchanged. As ghastly as it is, it should be enough to comfort him; enough to lull him into the security that this is indeed a dream, but it still doesn't feel right. His fingers ache too much, the air feels too stuffy, it all feels too real. ]
My pardons-- [ The words pour out in a painful gasp. ] You...you can hear them as well? [ These are my ghosts, he thinks. Not yours. ]
nope sorry you're stuck with the lady
Marian Hawke, but call me Hawke. [There's a small nod of the head there, and a friendly, charming smile. She steps forward, just a little, maintaining the distance between them. She can't help but pity the man before her, she always did have such a bleeding heart (covered up by a veneer of humor), but she knows it's not always welcome.] Yes, I can. They're rather common. I should put up a sign--"come to Lager Woods, get distracted by strange giggling, lose your way and be one with nature! Or somebody's stomach."
[Welcome to Ryslig. Sorry about the terrible humor.]
You're new here. Do you have a name, or should I come up with one for you? [Hawke, absolutely not.] I can't call you "sad lost person".
aw okay. idk much about dragon age besides anders anyway
Hawke's humor does little to impress Theon. He doesn't crack even a shadow of a smile for her. If anything, his frown deepens when she starts to talk about names. Remember it. Remember your name. ]
Reek. [ He's quick to answer, to cut her off and force her to stop talking about names. ] My name is Reek. [ It rhymes with meek. He speaks, but he still seems uneasy, affected now more by the giggling than by Hawke's appearance. His mangled hands wring at the fabric of his filthy shirt and his eyes dart around, trying to see through the trees. ]
Do you ever...do you ever see them?
no subject
[But if that's what his name is (she has her suspicions, from the way he frowned when she spoke about coming up with a nickname), then fine. It's better than "sad lost person" anyway, though only slightly. She glances around, the giggling echoing off the trees, and looks back at the man.]
No. [A shrug, and a little flap of her hand--don't mind it, she doesn't say, it's just how things are.] They're shy that way.