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.
[Robb cocks his head a little at her words, eyes narrowing. Of course, after his life has been taken from him he had never expected to be somewhere in some form again.
While processing everything she speaks of he gazes at the pamphlets again, scattered on the ground. He might as well become a bloody bunnyyipyip or anything like that.]
I wonder why you are so lighthearted about this. This is not some jape. [Even though it could very well be. Despite the fact that the sole proof that it wasn't some jape stands right in front of him.] And I will not eat anyone. [Robb pulls a face before he crouches down and picks up a smaller piece of parchment describing the fog she just has mentioned, reading it carefully.]
What's life without a few japes to liven it up? [A fanged grin, before it slips off her face. Well. Somebody's got to tell him. Apparently that somebody will be Hawke, and she really hates to be the bearer of bad news.] Listen--sooner or later, you're going to end up eating somebody so you don't go mad from the hunger. And I don't mean the typical kind. [She remembers the bloodlust too well.] It's like--you're hungry, really hungry, but nothing can ease it, it just gets worse. Except--well. There's a reason why someone was helpful enough to write something on alternatives to human flesh.
[She'll just be skirting around the fact that she's been eating people, yeah. Freshly-dead people, mostly, and even then she just hunts animals to stave it off, but still.]
Well, why not? Should be fun, I've been meaning to practice flying more anyway.
Eating the flesh of any man is no jape. [The more she tells him, the more he finds himself right there between disbelief and pure horror. Of course, Robb is used to seeing blood, seeing men die and all the unpleasant things that come with war. But tear the flesh off a body. No. Dead or not, these are all things he would not ever do.] What is the purpose of all this? I... [He pauses briefly, his brow furrowing deeply.] ...Am I alive? [If not, this has to be one of the seven hells. He is quite sure of it.]
You have never thought about that before? To just rebuild your roof?
[After speaking he slowly moves to pick up all the pamphlets given to him again, looking at all of it with a mixture of disgust, confusion and frustration in his eyes.]
You're right, I should be wallowing in despair and locking myself away for the good of everyone involved while going slowly mad from the hunger. [Her sarcasm takes on a sharper tone for a moment, before she pauses, sighs, then speaks again, the sharp bite to her tone gone.] Honestly, I have no idea, but I'm starting to think whoever pulled us here has a frankly terrible sense of humor.
[And when she thinks someone's got a terrible sense of humor...]
Is your heart beating? That usually means you're alive, though vampires seem to do well enough without a heartbeat.
[And as for the roof:] I've been busy. [She bends down to help, scanning the pamphlets' covers and their contents.] I don't recommend you read most of these--they've got more bullshit in them than facts.
[Robb’s eyebrows knit together.] Do not mock me, lady Hawke. [Yet, maybe there was no other solution. He would grow into something hideous while gnawing on flesh and bones of humans, consumed by madness. He wants to call it folly, yet they have passed such a thing.] Aye. [He thinks deeply.] I wish to leave.
[Her second answer makes Robb move his hand towards his neck, fingers pressing to where his pulse should be. The thoughtful expression leaves his face and his eyes widen. Yes, he could check that earlier but at this point his head feels positively full.]
How can this be? I am dead. Have they brought me back to life to just put me here and turn me..us into some creature. [Robb’s nose wrinkles.] To have a good bloody laugh?
[He shrugs and repeats the words he has spoken earlier.] I wish to leave.
Suck all the joy out of everything, why don't you? [There's a light, teasing quality to her words, though. She mocks everyone, she has no intention of stopping any time soon.
She drops the teasing tone when she hears that he's dead--well, that's pretty terrible. She doesn't really know what it's like, to have the last thing she remembers of home being her death, but she figures the knowledge of, you know, dying would do a number on someone's head, even without the threat of turning into a monster hanging above them.]
Look on the bright side: at least you're alive. And if you're lucky, you won't be feeling the hunger for a while yet. [A breath.] You're not the only one who wants to leave. But as far as I know, no one's found a way out yet.
I am not in a mood for merrymaking. [The smile on his face is solely apologetic and he nods deeply to emphasize the apologetic nature of it.
He keeps his hand pressed against the pulse in his neck, expecting it to vanish any moment. It just is not right to have a beating heart. Lord Bolton has been rather thorough regarding the vital organ in his chest. There is a bright side? Really?]
It...seems I am. And that is no consolation. [A while meant not yet but soon enough.] Aye...a prison of some sort. [He still thinks people are having a good laugh at his expense somewhere. And in a way it feels ironic to him, after all, he is the king who lost the North.] And what if a man dies here?
They come back. [It's an all-too-casual admission, considering how heavy the subject matter is.] Or at least we do. The people who were born here don't get that same luxury.
[She should know. There's a brief flash of guilt across her face for a moment as she looks away, worrying at her lower lip for a second, before she looks back, smiling once more. It's all the vulnerability she's willing to show in front of him, this boy she's just met.]
Sometimes the bright side is a bit less bright than we'd like, but a place like this? I suggest you take what you can get, you never know when it's going to throw blood sacrifices at you.
[Now that is something Robb cannot entirely fathom.] My la...Hawke... We have to experience our deaths over and over? [And really, he knows how awful dying can be. To hear the screams of his loved ones and not being able to do anything. The look in his eyes darkens just a little bit when remembering all of that.] Gods...
[Robb's shoulders slump a little.] I would not wish that upon anyone. Friend or foe. It is... [He shakes his head and has to force himself to snap out of it. For his own sake.]
Blood sacrifices? [There is no disbelief in his voice anymore.] Why? For amusement? [Dead or not, Robb does not wish to dance for anyone.]
Allegedly to ensure that next year's crops actually sprout, when I was dragged into it, but I've got a feeling that's just bullshit. [She sees his look darken, his shoulders slump, and gently places a hand on his.]
Repeated dying isn't really fun, I can tell you that. [It's wry and light.] I've only died the one time, myself, though--don't take my word for it. I suggest staying in when the fog rolls in.
[Like Wildlings sacrificing their babes to the Others. It is the first thing that pops up in Robb’s head.]
Blood sacrifices or the crops that refuse to sprout without it?
[Now Robb is definitely not someone who believes in the occult. Just like he refuses to believe that his wolf dreams might be more than just him seeing through Grey Wind’s eyes. Such matter were a thing for Wildlings, for whatever creatures that lived behind the Wall.
He has not even accepted the fact that he is alive again, let along willing to accept that he might die again as well. Something cold settles in his stomach.]
I know of that. [This time his voice is soft, hinting that there might be more to all of that.] Dying. [The fog?] What happens if I stay out?
Like I said, bullshit. I've seen plenty of farms in my life, and they don't need blood sacrifices for their crops to grow. [She's not a huge fan of blood magic, in general. She still remembers how heavy her mother was in her arms.]
You start changing. And I've been told that usually the part where you start wanting to eat people goes last, but there are occasions when it comes in first thing. [Like with her.] There's no way to avoid turning, but staying inside is infinitely more preferable to going out. That way, you don't end up eating somebody.
[Granted, eating people is a thing sooner or later--but Hawke figures later is the popular choice, here.]
If you ever want to talk about the whole dying thing, or just want to drown yourself in cheap beer, [she says, surprisingly gentle] there's a place in Bavan, called the Fat Lady. I work there--just tell the bartender my name and he'll serve you the finest rat piss they have. [Literally, she doesn't add.]
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While processing everything she speaks of he gazes at the pamphlets again, scattered on the ground. He might as well become a bloody bunnyyipyip or anything like that.]
I wonder why you are so lighthearted about this. This is not some jape. [Even though it could very well be. Despite the fact that the sole proof that it wasn't some jape stands right in front of him.] And I will not eat anyone. [Robb pulls a face before he crouches down and picks up a smaller piece of parchment describing the fog she just has mentioned, reading it carefully.]
You can rebuild parts of your roof, mayhaps.
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[She'll just be skirting around the fact that she's been eating people, yeah. Freshly-dead people, mostly, and even then she just hunts animals to stave it off, but still.]
Well, why not? Should be fun, I've been meaning to practice flying more anyway.
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You have never thought about that before? To just rebuild your roof?
[After speaking he slowly moves to pick up all the pamphlets given to him again, looking at all of it with a mixture of disgust, confusion and frustration in his eyes.]
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[And when she thinks someone's got a terrible sense of humor...]
Is your heart beating? That usually means you're alive, though vampires seem to do well enough without a heartbeat.
[And as for the roof:] I've been busy. [She bends down to help, scanning the pamphlets' covers and their contents.] I don't recommend you read most of these--they've got more bullshit in them than facts.
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[Her second answer makes Robb move his hand towards his neck, fingers pressing to where his pulse should be. The thoughtful expression leaves his face and his eyes widen. Yes, he could check that earlier but at this point his head feels positively full.]
How can this be? I am dead. Have they brought me back to life to just put me here and turn me..us into some creature. [Robb’s nose wrinkles.] To have a good bloody laugh?
[He shrugs and repeats the words he has spoken earlier.] I wish to leave.
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She drops the teasing tone when she hears that he's dead--well, that's pretty terrible. She doesn't really know what it's like, to have the last thing she remembers of home being her death, but she figures the knowledge of, you know, dying would do a number on someone's head, even without the threat of turning into a monster hanging above them.]
Look on the bright side: at least you're alive. And if you're lucky, you won't be feeling the hunger for a while yet. [A breath.] You're not the only one who wants to leave. But as far as I know, no one's found a way out yet.
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He keeps his hand pressed against the pulse in his neck, expecting it to vanish any moment. It just is not right to have a beating heart. Lord Bolton has been rather thorough regarding the vital organ in his chest. There is a bright side? Really?]
It...seems I am. And that is no consolation. [A while meant not yet but soon enough.] Aye...a prison of some sort. [He still thinks people are having a good laugh at his expense somewhere. And in a way it feels ironic to him, after all, he is the king who lost the North.] And what if a man dies here?
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[She should know. There's a brief flash of guilt across her face for a moment as she looks away, worrying at her lower lip for a second, before she looks back, smiling once more. It's all the vulnerability she's willing to show in front of him, this boy she's just met.]
Sometimes the bright side is a bit less bright than we'd like, but a place like this? I suggest you take what you can get, you never know when it's going to throw blood sacrifices at you.
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[Robb's shoulders slump a little.] I would not wish that upon anyone. Friend or foe. It is... [He shakes his head and has to force himself to snap out of it. For his own sake.]
Blood sacrifices? [There is no disbelief in his voice anymore.] Why? For amusement? [Dead or not, Robb does not wish to dance for anyone.]
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Repeated dying isn't really fun, I can tell you that. [It's wry and light.] I've only died the one time, myself, though--don't take my word for it. I suggest staying in when the fog rolls in.
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Blood sacrifices or the crops that refuse to sprout without it?
[Now Robb is definitely not someone who believes in the occult. Just like he refuses to believe that his wolf dreams might be more than just him seeing through Grey Wind’s eyes. Such matter were a thing for Wildlings, for whatever creatures that lived behind the Wall.
He has not even accepted the fact that he is alive again, let along willing to accept that he might die again as well. Something cold settles in his stomach.]
I know of that. [This time his voice is soft, hinting that there might be more to all of that.] Dying. [The fog?] What happens if I stay out?
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You start changing. And I've been told that usually the part where you start wanting to eat people goes last, but there are occasions when it comes in first thing. [Like with her.] There's no way to avoid turning, but staying inside is infinitely more preferable to going out. That way, you don't end up eating somebody.
[Granted, eating people is a thing sooner or later--but Hawke figures later is the popular choice, here.]
If you ever want to talk about the whole dying thing, or just want to drown yourself in cheap beer, [she says, surprisingly gentle] there's a place in Bavan, called the Fat Lady. I work there--just tell the bartender my name and he'll serve you the finest rat piss they have. [Literally, she doesn't add.]