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.
( in contrast, sansa alayne likes it here very much. it's warmer than the eyrie, though growing up in winterfell meant that nothing but extreme cold would bother her. the bites were worrying, but she'd been treated kindly so far and best of all -- no one knew who she was. the few villagers she'd shyly managed to approach hadn't recognized any of the places or people she named (king's landing, the fingers, joffrey baratheon, tywin lannister, eddard stark). it was not completely safe yet to be sansa stark again and she was going to cling to alayne stone like a second skin... but she was out, for now.
that feeling of freedom, slight as it was, could overwhelm even her worry about being pulled out of the water covered in strange bites that she didn't recognize.
it wouldn't last, however. she'd been exploring, carefully, keeping her cloak's hood over her face when she heard a horribly familiar voice berating a local, who was attempting to calmly reason with him -- but she knew better than anyone that joffrey baratheon was not to be reasoned with. it was too late, she was too close to escape, he would probably see her and wonder why on earth she was staring at (because she had been staring, in abject horror and shock). he was dead, he was supposed to be dead, he was supposed to never be able to hurt her again-- her thoughts were a litany of horror.
but perhaps there was a chance if she fled now, with her face hidden. backing away slowly, she tugged her hood further down her face. )
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graveyardsmash2014-07-04 09:45 pm
gross look at this guy (also feel free to yell at me on plurk if you want me to edit i'm @iothe)
sansaalayne likes it here very much. it's warmer than the eyrie, though growing up in winterfell meant that nothing but extreme cold would bother her. the bites were worrying, but she'd been treated kindly so far and best of all -- no one knew who she was. the few villagers she'd shyly managed to approach hadn't recognized any of the places or people she named (king's landing, the fingers, joffrey baratheon, tywin lannister, eddard stark). it was not completely safe yet to be sansa stark again and she was going to cling to alayne stone like a second skin... but she was out, for now.that feeling of freedom, slight as it was, could overwhelm even her worry about being pulled out of the water covered in strange bites that she didn't recognize.
it wouldn't last, however. she'd been exploring, carefully, keeping her cloak's hood over her face when she heard a horribly familiar voice berating a local, who was attempting to calmly reason with him -- but she knew better than anyone that joffrey baratheon was not to be reasoned with. it was too late, she was too close to escape, he would probably see her and wonder why on earth she was staring at (because she had been staring, in abject horror and shock). he was dead, he was supposed to be dead, he was supposed to never be able to hurt her again-- her thoughts were a litany of horror.
but perhaps there was a chance if she fled now, with her face hidden. backing away slowly, she tugged her hood further down her face. )