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:
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town.
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: 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.
Jehan was growing, well, somewhat used to that reaction now that he had
been here for a time, and like this for a portion of it. It had felt
particularly worse as each new stage was being added onto the others. The
daisies sprouting on his arms had , perhaps, been the most alarming, mostly
because those had happened first, and then the gradually watching his hair
being taken over by vines,and now the green and this need to avenge every
plant that he felt being harmed as though they were as dear friends to him
as the violet pot on his windowsill and pigeon he'd been leaving food for
were, as though, even more than that, they were his actual human friends,
were just another part of the process. It did not make the new changes
welcome, by any means, in fact, the hunger for human was quite disturbing,
but he supposed he had had a bit more time to face them, somehow.
For the moment though, there was this snake-man to consider instead of just
himself, which helped rather a lot, actually, in so much as it gave Jehan a
newer, more important focus. He had,after all, always vastly preferred it
when he might help someone, or take care of something than the reverse. It
felt, well, much more useful for one, and if he could manage to somehow use
his new traits for that, perhaps in time, he could grow to enjoy them.
"Please, do not worry about it just now." He added quickly, in response to
the apologies. "You are in a rather dangerous position, I would be quite
the mon..." No, one should not make those comments anymore, when they were
indeed mostly a monster in all but mind now. "Well, it would be incredibly
unkind of me at any rate. Had you been trampling plants for no reason,
that might be different, but as it is, I can hardly blame you for something
uncontrollable." One thing at a time,indeed.
And then that...what in the world? Jehan was left blinking at the tongue a
moment too. Of course, it was not a surprising thing to find, but as sudden
developments went, it was something of a shock. All things considered, the
pun was well advised, seeing how it broke the tension, and sent him into a
burst of laughter, things made all the more amusing due to the fact that
his friends were not here to make or share puns with anymore.
"I...no indeed." He managed, when he was brought back down to the
occasional snicker. "At least not unless I was ill, but never to this
extent. My changes have been at least a little slower than yours seem to
be, so that was something of a kindness, but overall, still QUITE the
oddity. When one questions the nature of humanity and how Man stays a Man
under some circumstances, when one posits that what Man needs the most is a
return to Nature, as Wordsworth does, to connect with it, and to experience
one's own natural self, unformed and unimpeded by society, I do not suspect
that it is often meant it in so literal a form as this. At least, I
do not know many, any men at heart who would put me in mind of only
existing as a serpent or a nymph, or nearly any other creature. As
metaphorical as one wishes to become in terms of that, I myself would
submit that man is too complex a creature so that even in his most natural
state, he would cease to be a manaltogether. Some duality at
least,if not more than that is our reality, at least so far as I have..."
And there he was, gone quite past the original point, and circling back to
it with an embarrassed grin and a duck of that. "Ah, sorry. I might have
gone a bit beyond the scope of question there, and then some." To put it
mildly. At any case, Jehan would not let that deter him for long. "At
least I ought have introduced myself before all that. My name is Jehan.
Jean Prouvaire, but Jehan if you please. And if I might have the pleasure
of yours while we have at least some degree of humanity left to enjoy our
social niceties?"
The pun was unintentional, but Jeff was glad to relieve the tension nonetheless. His own laughter joined Jehan's after a moment. He didn't seem to mind at all when the nymph began to wax philosophical, and was even nodding along, a bit. "Well," he admitted, "I was out here to get a bit closer to nature. I just uh...wasn't expecting it to be this...you know, literal." He looked down at himself more closely for the first time. By now he'd managed to get most of his coils out of the shrubbery, and they were a vibrant pattern of red, yellow and black bands. His arms were similarly striped, though his human skin could still be seen between the scales.
"I've been feeling really sick for days," he continued. "I thought the fresh air would do me some good but then...well...this happened. I'm not sure why it happened so much quicker than what happened to you. I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a while, but even so..." he trailed off, scratching his head and wincing at the feel of new claws. "Ow. Okay. Note to self, don't do that again. And don't worry about rambling or anything. Honestly, I'm kind of grateful for the distraction." Frankly, the longer he didn't have to think about this too hard, the better. He offered a hand for Jehan to shake. "I'm Jeff. Jeff Levitt. I wish we could have met under better circumstances, but well. Can't have everything, I guess." His smile revealed sharp teeth.
The nodding was good enough for Jehan, who could at least see that the snake-man was taking an interest in what he was saying. Sometimes he had tended to lose almost everyone on his occasional trips through the Romantics and especially the English ones at that. Most of the exceptions to that rule had happened while they were either drunk or experimenting with opium, or, occasionally both. So this made a nice change, at any rate. Even at the cost of his humanly (Humanly? That was a word he could run with, maybe) form.
"Yes, the literal nature rather took me by surprise as well. I certainly had not expected turning up here that all of this would take place." Generally, when one had crumpled to their knees after being executed, and literally felt their last breaths,they did not intend to wake up in a mess of water, or, for the rest of this to come on.
"Perhaps it is due to our new species." He mused, now studying the coils. "I do not know much of snakes, though I had always sort of wanted one to keep as a pet, but the development process could be different. And your sickness, hmm...Perhaps because your blood's been changing? I cannot imagine that it would be pleasant to adjust to being cold blooded in this sort of climate. I've been lucky when it comes to chlorophyll and such."
And then Jehan frowned a little, watching Jeff wince at his claws. "If it makes you feel much better, I still tangle myself up in my roots almost all the time. This all feels like something out of a dream." He added, taking the offered hand with his own flower covered one and shaking. "Despite the circumstances, it IS pleasant to meet you, Jeff."
"I don't think there was any way either of us could have expected it," He pointed out glumly. "This sort of thing is just plain impossible where I'm from. And where you're from too, by the sound of it. And the locals haven't seen fit to tell me anything useful." Unconsciously, he let out a low hiss as his thoughts turned dark. If they were keeping this from me....
He shook his head trying to dismiss the sudden anger coming over him. "Anyway. I think you might be onto something with that cold-blooded thing. That's exactly how it felt. I was freezing even with every blanket in the house on top of me. I thought it was the flu or something." He looked over at Jehan, his expression more than a little pleading. "Are you sure it isn't a dream?"
"No, most certainly not in my Paris. " Jehan took a moment to imagine a
scene like that, and shook his head. "Or, not outside of...well, there
are translations coming into the salons now. Fairy stories by two brothers
named Grimm. This could well happen in one of THEIR works, but nothing in
the real world at all." He caught the hiss and frowned a little. "Do you
know, the locals seem to have avoided me before this took effect. But I
should have think that the hospital would have told us the truth no matter
what if it was known. Two of my greatest friends were, no are
doctors..."
Were? Perhaps it was that sort of a situation past his death. Jehan had
no way of knowing what had happened to those he'd left behind at the
barricade when he had made his attempt to gather information in the streets
and been captured and shot for it. He did hope, at least, so much as he
was able to hope, which was a considerable amount, that at least some of
his friends had made it through. He'd seen his closest, his dearest, his
BEST friend felled by bayonets, and it had hurt so much that thinking of
the others falling was a thing he could not do. So are would be his
language of choice until he knew better what those facts were. If he ever
did.
"If it is a dream, it is rather longer and more detailed, and I
have made more conscious decisions than I normally would, but,"
Jehan's expression has now turned rather thoughtful "It lacks the logic of
the real world, and men have been known to cross into and walk among dream
realms unawares before, in so many of the great works. We may well
be at that juncture between two worlds now. Dreams prove to be that
gateway, oh, quite often. "
And then another thought occurs and Jehan is studying Jeff quite closely,
looking for something in his gaze, or about his person that might suggest
the answer. "Tell me though, and this may seem odd, but you were quite
alive the last moment at home that you remember? You do not seem to...there
is not the air of the dead around you, or I may suspect that was a part of
it, that our souls had traveled here, the bodies that we woke with only
temporary shells, and this, the transformation process, is the way our
souls are settling into the next vessel to hold them. It would be be proof
of reincarnation then, but if it is not the case..." He's pursing his lips
and frowning a little. "More evidence should point towards either the
dream, or transportation entirely. How odd, really. One cannot quite put a
finger on this, I do not believe."
Jeff's face brightened a little at the mention of fairy stories. "Grimm! Yes, I'm familiar with them. And you're right. This would make way more sense if it was one of their stories." It was comforting to talk about something familiar, and meeting someone who shared some of that familiarity even more comforting. "But yeah. People were avoiding me too. Like I was diseased or something. Maybe they didn't know this would happen to us, but they knew something was up. And I could never get a straight answer about it."
The question about dying startles him, and his tongue flicks out in thought before he answers. "Yeah, I was definitely alive last I remember. I was getting ready to go to a book signing. Next thing I know someone's dragging me out of a lake. I mean, I guess I could have had a heart attack or something?" And that certainly wasn't a pleasant thought. "But I don't think so. I hadn't thought of astral projection. Like you said, that might be why it was so relatively easy to transform. On the other hand...everything I've read about soul-travel said that it was more like being a ghost. This is...very, very solid."
"Oh good. Some point of reference is useful." Jehan was rather pleased with
it himself. There was at least now something of a basis of understanding
established. Always a good way to begin with that. Comfort was a great way
to describe it, yes. "Nor could I get anything like an answer, no. It
makes me wonder whether this has happened before or is entirely new.
Either way, I think they sense it on us, somehow.
"Entirely solid, yes. and the change in physical form implies some sort of
a physical presence here as well. Death HAD seemed like something of a
theory up until then, but I am very glad to know it is not true of others
here. [He did sigh with relief at that. Death was no thing to wish
on anyone.
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Jehan was growing, well, somewhat used to that reaction now that he had been here for a time, and like this for a portion of it. It had felt particularly worse as each new stage was being added onto the others. The daisies sprouting on his arms had , perhaps, been the most alarming, mostly because those had happened first, and then the gradually watching his hair being taken over by vines,and now the green and this need to avenge every plant that he felt being harmed as though they were as dear friends to him as the violet pot on his windowsill and pigeon he'd been leaving food for were, as though, even more than that, they were his actual human friends, were just another part of the process. It did not make the new changes welcome, by any means, in fact, the hunger for human was quite disturbing, but he supposed he had had a bit more time to face them, somehow.
For the moment though, there was this snake-man to consider instead of just himself, which helped rather a lot, actually, in so much as it gave Jehan a newer, more important focus. He had,after all, always vastly preferred it when he might help someone, or take care of something than the reverse. It felt, well, much more useful for one, and if he could manage to somehow use his new traits for that, perhaps in time, he could grow to enjoy them.
"Please, do not worry about it just now." He added quickly, in response to the apologies. "You are in a rather dangerous position, I would be quite the mon..." No, one should not make those comments anymore, when they were indeed mostly a monster in all but mind now. "Well, it would be incredibly unkind of me at any rate. Had you been trampling plants for no reason, that might be different, but as it is, I can hardly blame you for something uncontrollable." One thing at a time,indeed.
And then that...what in the world? Jehan was left blinking at the tongue a moment too. Of course, it was not a surprising thing to find, but as sudden developments went, it was something of a shock. All things considered, the pun was well advised, seeing how it broke the tension, and sent him into a burst of laughter, things made all the more amusing due to the fact that his friends were not here to make or share puns with anymore.
"I...no indeed." He managed, when he was brought back down to the occasional snicker. "At least not unless I was ill, but never to this extent. My changes have been at least a little slower than yours seem to be, so that was something of a kindness, but overall, still QUITE the oddity. When one questions the nature of humanity and how Man stays a Man under some circumstances, when one posits that what Man needs the most is a return to Nature, as Wordsworth does, to connect with it, and to experience one's own natural self, unformed and unimpeded by society, I do not suspect that it is often meant it in so literal a form as this. At least, I do not know many, any men at heart who would put me in mind of only existing as a serpent or a nymph, or nearly any other creature. As metaphorical as one wishes to become in terms of that, I myself would submit that man is too complex a creature so that even in his most natural state, he would cease to be a manaltogether. Some duality at least,if not more than that is our reality, at least so far as I have..."
And there he was, gone quite past the original point, and circling back to it with an embarrassed grin and a duck of that. "Ah, sorry. I might have gone a bit beyond the scope of question there, and then some." To put it mildly. At any case, Jehan would not let that deter him for long. "At least I ought have introduced myself before all that. My name is Jehan. Jean Prouvaire, but Jehan if you please. And if I might have the pleasure of yours while we have at least some degree of humanity left to enjoy our social niceties?"
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"I've been feeling really sick for days," he continued. "I thought the fresh air would do me some good but then...well...this happened. I'm not sure why it happened so much quicker than what happened to you. I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a while, but even so..." he trailed off, scratching his head and wincing at the feel of new claws. "Ow. Okay. Note to self, don't do that again. And don't worry about rambling or anything. Honestly, I'm kind of grateful for the distraction." Frankly, the longer he didn't have to think about this too hard, the better. He offered a hand for Jehan to shake. "I'm Jeff. Jeff Levitt. I wish we could have met under better circumstances, but well. Can't have everything, I guess." His smile revealed sharp teeth.
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"Yes, the literal nature rather took me by surprise as well. I certainly had not expected turning up here that all of this would take place." Generally, when one had crumpled to their knees after being executed, and literally felt their last breaths,they did not intend to wake up in a mess of water, or, for the rest of this to come on.
"Perhaps it is due to our new species." He mused, now studying the coils. "I do not know much of snakes, though I had always sort of wanted one to keep as a pet, but the development process could be different. And your sickness, hmm...Perhaps because your blood's been changing? I cannot imagine that it would be pleasant to adjust to being cold blooded in this sort of climate. I've been lucky when it comes to chlorophyll and such."
And then Jehan frowned a little, watching Jeff wince at his claws. "If it makes you feel much better, I still tangle myself up in my roots almost all the time. This all feels like something out of a dream." He added, taking the offered hand with his own flower covered one and shaking. "Despite the circumstances, it IS pleasant to meet you, Jeff."
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He shook his head trying to dismiss the sudden anger coming over him. "Anyway. I think you might be onto something with that cold-blooded thing. That's exactly how it felt. I was freezing even with every blanket in the house on top of me. I thought it was the flu or something." He looked over at Jehan, his expression more than a little pleading. "Are you sure it isn't a dream?"
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"No, most certainly not in my Paris. " Jehan took a moment to imagine a scene like that, and shook his head. "Or, not outside of...well, there are translations coming into the salons now. Fairy stories by two brothers named Grimm. This could well happen in one of THEIR works, but nothing in the real world at all." He caught the hiss and frowned a little. "Do you know, the locals seem to have avoided me before this took effect. But I should have think that the hospital would have told us the truth no matter what if it was known. Two of my greatest friends were, no are doctors..."
Were? Perhaps it was that sort of a situation past his death. Jehan had no way of knowing what had happened to those he'd left behind at the barricade when he had made his attempt to gather information in the streets and been captured and shot for it. He did hope, at least, so much as he was able to hope, which was a considerable amount, that at least some of his friends had made it through. He'd seen his closest, his dearest, his BEST friend felled by bayonets, and it had hurt so much that thinking of the others falling was a thing he could not do. So are would be his language of choice until he knew better what those facts were. If he ever did.
"If it is a dream, it is rather longer and more detailed, and I have made more conscious decisions than I normally would, but," Jehan's expression has now turned rather thoughtful "It lacks the logic of the real world, and men have been known to cross into and walk among dream realms unawares before, in so many of the great works. We may well be at that juncture between two worlds now. Dreams prove to be that gateway, oh, quite often. "
And then another thought occurs and Jehan is studying Jeff quite closely, looking for something in his gaze, or about his person that might suggest the answer. "Tell me though, and this may seem odd, but you were quite alive the last moment at home that you remember? You do not seem to...there is not the air of the dead around you, or I may suspect that was a part of it, that our souls had traveled here, the bodies that we woke with only temporary shells, and this, the transformation process, is the way our souls are settling into the next vessel to hold them. It would be be proof of reincarnation then, but if it is not the case..." He's pursing his lips and frowning a little. "More evidence should point towards either the dream, or transportation entirely. How odd, really. One cannot quite put a finger on this, I do not believe."
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The question about dying startles him, and his tongue flicks out in thought before he answers. "Yeah, I was definitely alive last I remember. I was getting ready to go to a book signing. Next thing I know someone's dragging me out of a lake. I mean, I guess I could have had a heart attack or something?" And that certainly wasn't a pleasant thought. "But I don't think so. I hadn't thought of astral projection. Like you said, that might be why it was so relatively easy to transform. On the other hand...everything I've read about soul-travel said that it was more like being a ghost. This is...very, very solid."
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"Oh good. Some point of reference is useful." Jehan was rather pleased with it himself. There was at least now something of a basis of understanding established. Always a good way to begin with that. Comfort was a great way to describe it, yes. "Nor could I get anything like an answer, no. It makes me wonder whether this has happened before or is entirely new. Either way, I think they sense it on us, somehow.
"Entirely solid, yes. and the change in physical form implies some sort of a physical presence here as well. Death HAD seemed like something of a theory up until then, but I am very glad to know it is not true of others here. [He did sigh with relief at that. Death was no thing to wish on anyone.