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.
[It gets easy to ignore the children laughing, after a while. They're not hurting anything, after all, so what's the harm in letting them have their fun? Carpet has never met them, so it's really not hard to live and let live, in this case.
It's a little harder to do that with most humans these days, unfortunately..... Sometimes, well, (Gotta eat to live, gotta kill steal to eat, tell you all about it when I got the time--!) you just have to decide whether people--or at least, any one person in particular--are friends or food! Carpet feels a little bad about it sometimes, since he's sure he could be friends with all his food if he actually took the time to get to know them, but It's nothing personal. He can feel sad for them, even feel guilty, (After all, isn't his entire existence owed to serving humans?) without seeing anything wrong with eating when he's hungry.
It's still a novelty, after all, to be able to get hungry and eat to begin with.
Roxas isn't the only one preying on someone, it seems. From his perch, he can easily see Carpet cradling an unconscious man against his shoulder, petting his hair as soothingly as though he were only sleeping, and even the ring of mushrooms peeking out through the grass and leaf litter. But for a harpy's keen eyesight, it would be hard to tell that anything is different about him at all, between the rapidly deepening darkness and loosely belted, broad-sleeved robe-shirt.....
But even in the gloom of dusk, the fading light still gleams unnaturally off of skin that isn't skin where it peeks out from his sleeves, brilliantly colored and intricately patterned, fingers long and thin and spidery. The tips of pointed elfin ears are obvious as well, though the rolled up antennae tucked into his hair and the odd way his shirt sits decidedly less so.
It takes a few minutes for Carpet to actually look up; he's intent on finishing his business, before he's interrupted. Only then does he squint up into the tangle of branches overhead, searching for the rest of the shadowy figure the gold eyes belong to. He can dimly make out a humanoid silhouette, and for now, that's enough for him; Carpet's expression melts from questioning and confused to pleased, and he beams up at Roxas as the boy looms overhead, raising a hand in an energetic greeting. Hi there, mysterious stranger! Up in a tree is a pretty good place to be, even if you might be a bit of a creeper, watching like that.]
[ He's not trying to be creepy!! Roxas had first noticed that there was someone with glowing skin near a bright ring of bright plantlife on the ground. The woods were full of strange enough things; a fairy ring on the ground seems nothing new, though seeing an actual creature settled inside of it is something new. He's never seen one of Carpet's kind before, or ever gone to meet one in person (so to speak), and the intricate patterns and design of his species was really something to be marveled. With his eyesight, yeah, he's going to be curious about what sort of monster he's turned into. And also about the person he's holding in his arms, or what he's going to do with them.
Either way, he shouldn't have expected to remain hidden. All monsters seemed to have a keener sense to let them know something was around. Carpet notices him, and while Roxas remains completely still and staring, his greeting is as friendly as Roxas didn't expect it to be. He keeps watching like a creeper, unfortunately, as he debates what to do. Then he cranes his neck forward and slowly turns it, managing his focus on the little nymph before he allows himself to climb forward on the branch. Roxas then makes a small leap from one branch to another one, closer to its trunk, and with a shake of its leaves. ]
Hello...? [ He calls out to carpet hesitantly. He's finally more in sight here, his wings and feathers and talons all evident through his torn pants and black shirt. His eyes are still wide and yellow, his feathers lifted in a careful ruffle. He's obviously on the defense. ]
[It's a strange sight, isn't it? In the moonlight, he really does nearly seem to glow--like some precious thing, something magical and not quite real that might vanish if he doesn't keep his eyes on him, (It? He looks rather androgynous, with such long hair and such a slender figure.) like some glittering bauble that could grant wishes, if Roxas only knew how to ask..... Even the eyes that look up at him are a little like gems, faceted like any insect's might be, and the antennae that unspool and open up like little leaves look decidedly gilded. If he hadn't sensed the disturbance in the air when Roxas had first approached, then it's likely he must have caught sight of something moving in one of the disjointed fragments of his compound eyes' vision
Carpet's own vision isn't the best at night, to be fair; for a moment, he honestly thinks he might be looking at a Shade, and that trying to pick out any details past a vague outline would be pointless. But finally, Roxas starts moving, jumping and climbing through the branches until she's crawled out from the shadows and into the light. Now it's easier to tell what--and who!--he's dealing with, catching sight of creamy patterned feathers and wickedly sharp talons. So he's a bird, after all! A harpy? That's what they're called, isn't it? He's not afraid of them, not really--it would probably be more trouble than it's worth to pry open his exoskeleton to get at the meat, and he can probably flee quickly enough to avoid being caught to begin with, especially while he's still inside his circle.
Only moments later, though, he's not thinking about running away at all. He recognizes him--that messy hair, the shape of his face, the strength in his eyes..... Carpet literally bounces in place in sheer delight, bubbling over with energy and enthusiasm until he forgets for a moment that he can't still hover. Sure, maybe they've only gotten to see each other a few times, but friends are friends forever! It takes him a moment to remember that he can talk now, too--and isn't that maybe even more exciting than just getting to see him again? He can talk to his friends now, too! Isn't Ryslig amazing?]
[ Even if Roxas knew about where his own cravings stemmed from—that Xion had sated him an offering of human meat when he thought it was animal meat—he has no interest in eating anything with a remote humanoid form. Animals and monsters, he only means to kill when it's entirely necessary. He can only assume that whoever he's facing is a changeling like him too. It's better not to attack your own kind, right? (If he's done so in his fog form, he doesn't remember it.)
But he swears he's never seen whoever this is before. So why do they look so-
Sora? The name strikes him strangely, his chest winding as if being squeezed into a tube. Why is that name familiar? It's not his, but there's something about it... Didn't something like this happen when he visited Agrabah with Xion? He furrows his brows, his feathers smoothing down over his back and elbows, wherever they stick from his skin. ]
My name's not Sora. [ He crawls a little closer to him on the branch, but no more than a few careful steps before squatting down again. ] It's Roxas. Who're you?
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It's a little harder to do that with most humans these days, unfortunately..... Sometimes, well, (Gotta eat to live, gotta
killsteal to eat, tell you all about it when I got the time--!) you just have to decide whether people--or at least, any one person in particular--are friends or food! Carpet feels a little bad about it sometimes, since he's sure he could be friends with all his food if he actually took the time to get to know them, but It's nothing personal. He can feel sad for them, even feel guilty, (After all, isn't his entire existence owed to serving humans?) without seeing anything wrong with eating when he's hungry.It's still a novelty, after all, to be able to get hungry and eat to begin with.
Roxas isn't the only one preying on someone, it seems. From his perch, he can easily see Carpet cradling an unconscious man against his shoulder, petting his hair as soothingly as though he were only sleeping, and even the ring of mushrooms peeking out through the grass and leaf litter. But for a harpy's keen eyesight, it would be hard to tell that anything is different about him at all, between the rapidly deepening darkness and loosely belted, broad-sleeved robe-shirt.....
But even in the gloom of dusk, the fading light still gleams unnaturally off of skin that isn't skin where it peeks out from his sleeves, brilliantly colored and intricately patterned, fingers long and thin and spidery. The tips of pointed elfin ears are obvious as well, though the rolled up antennae tucked into his hair and the odd way his shirt sits decidedly less so.
It takes a few minutes for Carpet to actually look up; he's intent on finishing his business, before he's interrupted. Only then does he squint up into the tangle of branches overhead, searching for the rest of the shadowy figure the gold eyes belong to. He can dimly make out a humanoid silhouette, and for now, that's enough for him; Carpet's expression melts from questioning and confused to pleased, and he beams up at Roxas as the boy looms overhead, raising a hand in an energetic greeting. Hi there, mysterious stranger! Up in a tree is a pretty good place to be, even if you might be a bit of a creeper, watching like that.]
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Either way, he shouldn't have expected to remain hidden. All monsters seemed to have a keener sense to let them know something was around. Carpet notices him, and while Roxas remains completely still and staring, his greeting is as friendly as Roxas didn't expect it to be. He keeps watching like a creeper, unfortunately, as he debates what to do. Then he cranes his neck forward and slowly turns it, managing his focus on the little nymph before he allows himself to climb forward on the branch. Roxas then makes a small leap from one branch to another one, closer to its trunk, and with a shake of its leaves. ]
Hello...? [ He calls out to carpet hesitantly. He's finally more in sight here, his wings and feathers and talons all evident through his torn pants and black shirt. His eyes are still wide and yellow, his feathers lifted in a careful ruffle. He's obviously on the defense. ]
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Carpet's own vision isn't the best at night, to be fair; for a moment, he honestly thinks he might be looking at a Shade, and that trying to pick out any details past a vague outline would be pointless. But finally, Roxas starts moving, jumping and climbing through the branches until she's crawled out from the shadows and into the light. Now it's easier to tell what--and who!--he's dealing with, catching sight of creamy patterned feathers and wickedly sharp talons. So he's a bird, after all! A harpy? That's what they're called, isn't it? He's not afraid of them, not really--it would probably be more trouble than it's worth to pry open his exoskeleton to get at the meat, and he can probably flee quickly enough to avoid being caught to begin with, especially while he's still inside his circle.
Only moments later, though, he's not thinking about running away at all. He recognizes him--that messy hair, the shape of his face, the strength in his eyes..... Carpet literally bounces in place in sheer delight, bubbling over with energy and enthusiasm until he forgets for a moment that he can't still hover. Sure, maybe they've only gotten to see each other a few times, but friends are friends forever! It takes him a moment to remember that he can talk now, too--and isn't that maybe even more exciting than just getting to see him again? He can talk to his friends now, too! Isn't Ryslig amazing?]
Sora! Where are your other friends?
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But he swears he's never seen whoever this is before. So why do they look so-
Sora? The name strikes him strangely, his chest winding as if being squeezed into a tube. Why is that name familiar? It's not his, but there's something about it... Didn't something like this happen when he visited Agrabah with Xion? He furrows his brows, his feathers smoothing down over his back and elbows, wherever they stick from his skin. ]
My name's not Sora. [ He crawls a little closer to him on the branch, but no more than a few careful steps before squatting down again. ] It's Roxas. Who're you?