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.
Well thanks, I don't work too hard on this look in the morning, but -- oh who am I kidding, of course you noticed.
[Jack slides up when she's focused on looking at her new teeth. He looks mostly the same, except that he seems to have rolled the sleeves on his waistcoat down, making it harder to notice how much more yellow his skin has gotten thanks to the single-tone mask covering the easiest part to discern such information.
Mis-matched eyes flick up to the surface she's admiring, and he raises one eyebrow.]
[She catches his reflection first, teeth snapping shut with the steady pull of a grin. Another beat and she's turned to face him-- to get a look at him-- with her palms flat behind her and hips flush with the edge of some poor shopkeep's display like a makeshift chair. It's the only change she's noticed since turning up, and aside from the initial pain of it, (something she'd waved off as a regular tooth ache or some residual byproduct of getting into a fistfight with one of the local terrors) it seems pretty mild by comparison: no wings, no tentacles, no fleas or an itch to bury a bone in someone's backyard...
Nothing crazy like she'd been expecting with all the local lectures, but damn if she isn't satisfied regardless.
Unlike Jack, apparently.] Not gonna fault you for being jealous, Handsome.
[It's a gesture that's tolerated with yet another click of snapped jaws, sharp teeth only half-heartedly chasing his fingertips in a mild show of force.] And I'm the girl packin' a killer set of fangs.
Bringin' the law never looked so good. [Which is the last thing that comes before a curious little once-over gets sent his way. Doesn't look any different, from what she can tell. Sleeves rolled down, maybe a little frumpy by his standards thanks to all the wrinkles from normally being tightly rolled, but otherwise...nothing.] You cold?
[His nails have a mild point to them, but its easy to miss when compared to his wrinkled sleeves. Jack's smirk falters just a little as he glances sideways to make sure nobody is paying attention to them.
He stretches left arm just enough to pull his sleeve up to reveal the yellow skin and the start of dark tatoos in his skin, a myriad of tangled lines that don't quite align with one another in a way that makes sense.
Unless you were way too into alien vault culture.]
[Oh, she recognizes those lines - or more specifically where they come from. Hard to forget what it was like inside the Vault, neck deep in violet, crystalline tech. Her eyes are wide with interest as she studies them, just before a few fingertips trace out the arcing patterns. Wristbones, upwards, warm skin and careful contact.]
Probably a really shitty joke, but also kind of awesome, ch'ya.
[The yellow skin, that's a different story. He's not so fond of that. Its almost an orange, which is really just the worst. The lines aren't dark, and they don't quite good as siren markings do but--
Her hand finds them and his arm goes a little tense. They're still tender.]
[The pad of her thumb settles heavy against the inside of his forearm, just where the marks disappear under his sleeve. 'Awesome' is putting it lightly. It's clear enough by now that vault tech isn't responsible for their joint relocation, but if he's been marked by it-- or if he's linked to it-- damn, the possibilities are steep.
And hot.
Though the difference in skintone against hers is suddenly obvious. Huh. Her head cants just slightly, soaking in the view.] When's vault bs ever not helped anyone?
Doubt there's a vault in these parts. Not usually wrong. None of the names around here ring a bell.
[He taps at his pocket watch, still dead as ever, and rolls his sleeve back down. He didn't roll it up high enough to show her what it was doing to his elbows.]
Normally you'd be right, but as far as I can tell, its just a fancy look for a fancy guy.
[He glances toward her and wriggles his eyebrows.]
[It prompts a quick eye roll on Nisha's end, grin suddenly back in place to match those waggling eyebrows. Bastard's lucky he's got the good looks to back that claim, because it means the only thing she opts to do is let her gold eyes wander up the length of his covered arm-- across the span of his chest, and...]
You get anything else to go along with it, fancy?
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[Jack winks over his artificial green eye, but doesn't make further advances. There's too much going on around them, and he hasn't figured out who wants to take advantage enough to set a sickness on them that turns them into monsters.
"Monsters". As far as he could tell, the tattoos were just that. But there were others here clearly more...advanced. Maybe they would be useful, one day.]
[Always on edge, always checking over his shoulder - Handsome Jack in a nutshell. It doesn't come as a shock that he's still carrying the weight of old betrayals on his back even here. If he's too paranoid to keep close contact in broad daylight, Nisha's content to play along. Besides, in a place like this where feral habits are viewed as side-effects of disease, she's got plenty to keep her entertained in the meanwhile.
So yeah, she's ready to pull the trigger on an easy comeback (one that basically amounts to...well, yes) when he pulls the rabies line. Shouldn't bother her-- never lets herself acknowledge the fact that anything from back then did, not even when she was scuffed up and bleeding, bruised to hell and back-- but the whole frenzycrutch deal digs under her skin regardless. Kills the mood, turns her cold, has her leaning back on her palms away from him.
It's not the same. It's also not much better.] Not really a high priority on my to-do list right now, no.
[Jack knows well enough what he said -- all apart of the manipulative games he plays. If Nisha had actually got to answer his question the way he knew she wanted to, then onlookers would draw a connection. He's no prepared to deal with that just yet.
So he'll keep her at arm's length. She'll come around -- always does.]
Never a dull moment. At least you're keeping busy. This is a sad place full of sad people with sad toys to play with. Kind of like somewhere else I know.
[At least Pandora had technology. At least Pandora had cool guns, and at least he had Hyperion there.]
[Benefits of dating a killer without of temper: coming back around in the face of him trying to push her buttons is practically all part of the routine at this point. Besides, he makes up for it. Eventually. Always does.]
I keep telling you you're missing out, Jack. Don't see the point in wasting time when you could be wasting lives. [Attention flicking towards one of the passing locals. Normal looking, only mildly skittish, manages to maintain eye contact for a beat or two once she finds him.]
Normal. [The tap draws her attention back towards him, nose briefly scrunching up to shake off the sensation.] Unless you're planning on going toe-to-toe with a god or two, I'm gonna say you've got a funny idea of what that word means.
[Her ankles cross, weight settled against the table at her back. Whatever space they've set between them, Nisha's content to soak it up. Comfortably at that.]
[Not that Jack was actually present fighting the Sentinel, but he'll take credit for it anyway. He opens and closes his fist. clearly considering the possibilities. Considering the state he saw some people in, he doubt's that a skin alteration and teeth will be the last of their changes.]
Besides, if this is actually going to be a thing, we're gonna have to take it all the way baby.
[This time when Jack pulls a smile from her it's all sharp, upper and lower canine teeth settled together neatly in their new configuration. Yeah, she knows he's taking credit for her kill; no, it doesn't even begin to come close to bothering her. Pride and fame and preening over the tally marks left in her wake isn't exactly her deal, Nisha's in it for the thrill of the fight, the blood and the screaming, and everything else that goes along with it all packed away in her memories. As far as she's concerned-- as far as she's ever been concerned-- Jack can call himself an active part of whatever kills she gets.
That said, it's also not a rule that extends to other people. Except maybe Wilhelm. Maybe.] I love it when you talk dirty.
[Sincere as much as it is a dig at his anxious little heart. ] You really not into all this?
[Anxious as ever, given their current station. He glances sideways again and the smirk flickers downward slightly.]
Depends what 'all this'...amounts to.
[He enunciates carefully and brings his palm up to massage his chin and scratch at the metal bearing there. Being here meant he wasn't watching Pandora, which meant that Vault Hunters and bandits would run rampant and steal his vaults.
Angel was still back there, as far as he could tell. There was a lot to be anxious over.]
I spent a lot of time, energy, and money to not be where I wanna be, you know what I'm sayin'?
Eh. [One indifferent noise standing in as the most opinionated response Nisha can muster in the face of his discomfort.] You miss taking someone else's toys. I get it.
[Truth be told there's a minor glint of homesickness there underneath it all on her part. Something she's not proud of, and something forgotten the second it crops up, but-- yeah, Pandora's her home. Her dirty, bandit-infested, eridium-coated home. Tearing New Haven to shreds only to turn up here the moment they've sunk in their figurative claws makes it more bitter than it should be.
But weighed against this level of crazy? It's the kind of unpredictable entertainment money can't really buy. Or Hyperion for that matter.
[Now the frustration of losing his foothold is really starting to sink in. What kind of person squashes the opposition and then leaves people to anarchy?
No this handsome bastard, that's for sure.]
A few more weeks and I would've painted that whole damn planet Hyperion yellow.
[Which hints that he disagrees on the whole "money can't buy anything" point, of course.]
[Doesn't take a genius to put that particular puzzle together. Maybe because she's still got the memory of a certain someone getting a custom suit made out of money just after his own self-granted promotion. Actual money.
Still, his howling frustration sparks the quick quirk of a brow. Nothing verbal, nothing noticeable, but something in there doesn't click. ] Was thinking more like blood red. Maybe a little ash.
[Scorch the planet, kill the bad guys, that's what he'd said; Hyperion color palettes seem slightly off the mark.]
Along the way, yeah. But you gotta have an endgame, Nisha. And some color variety, y'know?
[Don't knock the money suit.
Jack rubs at his wrists in thought, regardless of Nisha's complaining. After all, at the end of the day, the goal was the same: to bring some fricken order to Pandora, and to ditch the lowlife bandit hordes.
The verdict on Ryslig Peninsula is still out.]
Anyway, looks like none of it matters until we clean up here.
Mm. [Noncommittal. Indifferent. No direct disagreement, but her attention flicks away again, shoulders shifting as her posture changes (more weight to her right hand than the left) eyes following the steady trail of another milling pedestrian. Predatory focus, though it's all instinct versus any real interest or intent to hunt.
Fact of the matter is, he's knocking a point they currently don't see eye-to-eye on, and without any point to an argument Nisha's falling back on disinterest instead.] Clean up what you want, cowboy. I'll be the girl that tearing this place up from the inside out - top of the food chain down.
[Jack leans in and reaches up to tap her cheek a few times with an open palm to get her attention. Not to say he disagreed about the point of order, especially in a place that was clearly being ruled by literal monsters.
But those monsters were about to be them.]
You're thinkin' too small, babe. Very short term.
[He yanks out a few pamphlets from his pocket an waves them at her, seemingly going off on a tangent. Which really just means he's about to make his point.]
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[Jack slides up when she's focused on looking at her new teeth. He looks mostly the same, except that he seems to have rolled the sleeves on his waistcoat down, making it harder to notice how much more yellow his skin has gotten thanks to the single-tone mask covering the easiest part to discern such information.
Mis-matched eyes flick up to the surface she's admiring, and he raises one eyebrow.]
And yeah, they're alright I guess.
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Nothing crazy like she'd been expecting with all the local lectures, but damn if she isn't satisfied regardless.
Unlike Jack, apparently.] Not gonna fault you for being jealous, Handsome.
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Jealous? I'm Handsome Jack, babe. C'mon.
[Not as sharp as he hoped. He pulls his finger out of her mouth and wipes what wetness is there across her nose.]
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Bringin' the law never looked so good. [Which is the last thing that comes before a curious little once-over gets sent his way. Doesn't look any different, from what she can tell. Sleeves rolled down, maybe a little frumpy by his standards thanks to all the wrinkles from normally being tightly rolled, but otherwise...nothing.] You cold?
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[His nails have a mild point to them, but its easy to miss when compared to his wrinkled sleeves. Jack's smirk falters just a little as he glances sideways to make sure nobody is paying attention to them.
He stretches left arm just enough to pull his sleeve up to reveal the yellow skin and the start of dark tatoos in his skin, a myriad of tangled lines that don't quite align with one another in a way that makes sense.
Unless you were way too into alien vault culture.]
Not quite.
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Jack, this is--
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[The yellow skin, that's a different story. He's not so fond of that. Its almost an orange, which is really just the worst. The lines aren't dark, and they don't quite good as siren markings do but--
Her hand finds them and his arm goes a little tense. They're still tender.]
Doesn't help anyone here.
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And hot.
Though the difference in skintone against hers is suddenly obvious. Huh. Her head cants just slightly, soaking in the view.] When's vault bs ever not helped anyone?
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[He taps at his pocket watch, still dead as ever, and rolls his sleeve back down. He didn't roll it up high enough to show her what it was doing to his elbows.]
Normally you'd be right, but as far as I can tell, its just a fancy look for a fancy guy.
[He glances toward her and wriggles his eyebrows.]
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You get anything else to go along with it, fancy?
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[Jack winks over his artificial green eye, but doesn't make further advances. There's too much going on around them, and he hasn't figured out who wants to take advantage enough to set a sickness on them that turns them into monsters.
"Monsters". As far as he could tell, the tattoos were just that. But there were others here clearly more...advanced. Maybe they would be useful, one day.]
You give anyone rabies yet?
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So yeah, she's ready to pull the trigger on an easy comeback (one that basically amounts to...well, yes) when he pulls the rabies line. Shouldn't bother her-- never lets herself acknowledge the fact that anything from back then did, not even when she was scuffed up and bleeding, bruised to hell and back-- but the whole frenzycrutch deal digs under her skin regardless. Kills the mood, turns her cold, has her leaning back on her palms away from him.
It's not the same. It's also not much better.] Not really a high priority on my to-do list right now, no.
Been busy cleaning up the local trash.
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So he'll keep her at arm's length. She'll come around -- always does.]
Never a dull moment. At least you're keeping busy. This is a sad place full of sad people with sad toys to play with. Kind of like somewhere else I know.
[At least Pandora had technology. At least Pandora had cool guns, and at least he had Hyperion there.]
You'll probably be busy for a while, kiddo.
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I keep telling you you're missing out, Jack. Don't see the point in wasting time when you could be wasting lives. [Attention flicking towards one of the passing locals. Normal looking, only mildly skittish, manages to maintain eye contact for a beat or two once she finds him.]
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[He reaches over to tap her on the nose with a long nail. But he follows her eyes to the man she's eyeballing, and considers his position.]
Don't worry, give it a few days, things'll be back to normal in noooo time.
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[Her ankles cross, weight settled against the table at her back. Whatever space they've set between them, Nisha's content to soak it up. Comfortably at that.]
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[Not that Jack was actually present fighting the Sentinel, but he'll take credit for it anyway. He opens and closes his fist. clearly considering the possibilities. Considering the state he saw some people in, he doubt's that a skin alteration and teeth will be the last of their changes.]
Besides, if this is actually going to be a thing, we're gonna have to take it all the way baby.
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That said, it's also not a rule that extends to other people. Except maybe Wilhelm. Maybe.] I love it when you talk dirty.
[Sincere as much as it is a dig at his anxious little heart. ] You really not into all this?
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Depends what 'all this'...amounts to.
[He enunciates carefully and brings his palm up to massage his chin and scratch at the metal bearing there. Being here meant he wasn't watching Pandora, which meant that Vault Hunters and bandits would run rampant and steal his vaults.
Angel was still back there, as far as he could tell. There was a lot to be anxious over.]
I spent a lot of time, energy, and money to not be where I wanna be, you know what I'm sayin'?
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[Truth be told there's a minor glint of homesickness there underneath it all on her part. Something she's not proud of, and something forgotten the second it crops up, but-- yeah, Pandora's her home. Her dirty, bandit-infested, eridium-coated home. Tearing New Haven to shreds only to turn up here the moment they've sunk in their figurative claws makes it more bitter than it should be.
But weighed against this level of crazy? It's the kind of unpredictable entertainment money can't really buy. Or Hyperion for that matter.
The idea's growing on her.]
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[Now the frustration of losing his foothold is really starting to sink in. What kind of person squashes the opposition and then leaves people to anarchy?
No this handsome bastard, that's for sure.]
A few more weeks and I would've painted that whole damn planet Hyperion yellow.
[Which hints that he disagrees on the whole "money can't buy anything" point, of course.]
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Still, his howling frustration sparks the quick quirk of a brow. Nothing verbal, nothing noticeable, but something in there doesn't click. ] Was thinking more like blood red. Maybe a little ash.
[Scorch the planet, kill the bad guys, that's what he'd said; Hyperion color palettes seem slightly off the mark.]
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[Don't knock the money suit.
Jack rubs at his wrists in thought, regardless of Nisha's complaining. After all, at the end of the day, the goal was the same: to bring some fricken order to Pandora, and to ditch the lowlife bandit hordes.
The verdict on Ryslig Peninsula is still out.]
Anyway, looks like none of it matters until we clean up here.
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Fact of the matter is, he's knocking a point they currently don't see eye-to-eye on, and without any point to an argument Nisha's falling back on disinterest instead.] Clean up what you want, cowboy. I'll be the girl that tearing this place up from the inside out - top of the food chain down.
Place needs order as much as Pandora ever did.
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[Jack leans in and reaches up to tap her cheek a few times with an open palm to get her attention. Not to say he disagreed about the point of order, especially in a place that was clearly being ruled by literal monsters.
But those monsters were about to be them.]
You're thinkin' too small, babe. Very short term.
[He yanks out a few pamphlets from his pocket an waves them at her, seemingly going off on a tangent. Which really just means he's about to make his point.]
Did they shove these on you too?
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