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Werecreature RP
Many of the rps out there that i attend die out, and the only one i am doing right now is the spirit animal rp. Hope this one thrives!
Anyways, let's get onto it!
You wake up in a cell. You have no idea how you got there, and why. You remember your name age and birthday though. Too speed things up, let's suppose you have been living here for a few months now. There are scientists there who tell you what to do, and you always have this urge telling you that you should follow their orders. They make you do things, like for example, lift up this sandbag. Some things you are terribly terrible at, like a normal human would, but some things you are exceptional, like a human wouldn't be able to do. Nobody knows why, but don't usually bother to bother with it. Now, the urge is wearing off, and you begin to question things, but the urge is strong enough to prevent you from doing anything bad, until you get a good reason too. One day, you find a letter in your cell, which is your home, attached to the assignment board. It says:
Dear Reader,
I don't know who you are, and you son't know who I am. I need your help. In case this is intercepted, I'll be using a code name. I can help you as well, for i can give you information. Meet me Midnight, on thurday(three days form now if you forget), in the lounge. If you prefer to visit me, ask the dim-witted guard Rob to visit the M cell. He won't be suspicious and dosen't fill out the suspicious activity forms. DO NOT TELL ANYONE OF THIS!
Sincerely, Peter Scupp
From your knowledge, all of the cells are numbers, not letters, and when you check the assignment board, nobody named Peter Scupp is doing anything. Not even on the special event days where they get to interact.
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So for the powers thing, that's their werepowers coming through. Everyone has a were-form. Like a were-wolf, there are were-tigers, were-gazelles, and other werecreatures, but no magical creatures or non-existent ones. I want this to be a bit realistic as possible. Some things:
This is going to work kinda like were-world, a book series. The bite dosen't spread the were-ness, except for this serum the scientists injected into you, which you don't remember. Nobody can have the same were-creature. You can transform into the were-form whenever you like, but it is kinda difficult when you don't know you are one in the first place. The more experienced werepeople can transform entirely into their werecreature, but it will be slightly larger than normal. You are able to harness any ability your animal has, in combination with your own. No magic. Ask any questions you want! Here's the form:
Name:
Age (only ages 11 & up were allowed in the experiement):
Werecreature:
Personality:
Background Info (optional):
Other:
Here's my charrie:
Name: Cadman Drake Porosus
Age(only ages 11 & up were allowed in the experiement): 17
Werecreature: Saltwater Crocodile
Personality: Secretive, and not entirely trusting of everyone, but cares for others.
Background Info(optional): Cadman was an athlete, he's the star in the school swimming team. Knows some martial arts, and wants to be a navy SEAL.
Other: He's the one who sent the letter, and is considered so dangerous, he is kept in the special cell M.
submitted by Storm Windwhisperer
(October 24, 2016 - 8:03 pm)
(October 24, 2016 - 8:03 pm)
I have flashbacks every so often so i attack the guards then I forget and fall back
(October 27, 2016 - 5:15 pm)
I'll add my appearence:
Cadman is athletic, but not burly like a large foot-ball player, but is a bit on the taller side of average for his age. Has messy black hair, and green eyes.
Also, I think Cad would be a nice nickname for my character. ;)
Ok, I'll list everyone down here to be clear:
Cadman-saltwater crocodile
Daniel-king cobra
Tori-white siberian tiger
Kylie-peregrine falcon
Christa-black panther
Annabella(Anna)-hummingbird
Lycio-albino elk
Shadowdragon has yet to make (his? hers?) character...
This is going to be soooooo exciting!
(October 25, 2016 - 6:51 pm)
(October 25, 2016 - 8:22 pm)
Alrighty, l shall post my character so you can keep track of everything. (Also--l'm a she :)
Name: Crimson Taylor
Age (only ages 11 & up were allowed in the experiement): 16
Werecreature: German Shepherd.
Personality: Much akin to her werecreature--generally kind of snarly and mean at first, but after she has determined whether you are friend or foe, she will treat you as such. Foe being phyically-attack-on-sight and friend being you-are-my-pack-your-personal-space-is-my-personal-space-even-though-you-don't-know-me. If she doesn't see you as a for, you're basically her best friend. She is a drama queen and tends to gloomy and snarky most of the time.
Appearance: Fairly tall, but stocky and broad-shouldered, longer dark hair, dark eyes, tends to get in your face while interacting with you, as her body language is very odd for a human.
Background Info: To be determined....She lost her memory and therefore has no idea.
Other: N/A
(October 25, 2016 - 11:46 pm)
Spot reserved. Will be posting.
(October 26, 2016 - 6:00 am)
Here is Kylie's appearance:
small, medium-length brown hair in a braid, bird like steel colored eyes, a feather chain around her neck, good posture, and feathery boots.
(October 26, 2016 - 8:16 am)
List of people to keep track of:
Cadman-saltwater crocodile
Daniel-king cobra
Tori-white siberian tiger
Kylie-peregrine falcon
Christa-black panther
Annabella(Anna)-hummingbird
Lycio-albino elk
Tyberious - cougar
Crimson - german shepard
Notasveta - Kestrel
Zeus has yet to make his charrie...
(October 26, 2016 - 2:13 pm)
Name: Javier Aragono
Age: 15
Werecreature: Jaguar
Personality: Studious and serious, thoughtful, but with a lashing sarcasm that really hurts people. The dark side barely comes out in him though.
Background info: Grew up dirt poor in Colombia. His parents were killed in a fight when he was 13.
Other: n/a
(October 27, 2016 - 8:34 pm)
Sorry, I forgot an appearance.
Javier is tall and wiry with dreadlocks about to his chin. Dark skin and dark eyes.
(October 28, 2016 - 6:13 am)
Name: Isabella Romave
Age: 16
Werecreature: Cat (wildish)
Cat type: Himalayin Cat
Personality: Kind, Thaughtfull, Shy, Caring, Strong and powerful if powers are not carefully watched
Backround Info: Was a happy child and had lots of friends then she lost everything as an 11 year old so she accepted willing ly the chance to be an experament
Appearence: Blond hair, bright blue eyes, a neat appearence, super short brown shorts, nice torn orange shirt, and beautiful brown boots
Other: Is trustworthy and kind to ALMOST everyone
(October 28, 2016 - 2:58 pm)
This looks like fun! I'll join.
Name: Leona Lynx
Age: 11
Werecreature: Great Pyreens
Personality: To people she trusts nice, loyal, protective, sweet, and stuborn. To people she doesn't trust mean, fierce, wary, but will attack.
Background: she doesn't remeber much only the name Lilly. She has a strong urge to find her.
Apperance: long curly blond hair. Brown eyes, kinda sad looking. She is the normal size for an eleven year old. She has a splash of freckles on her nose.
Other: Due to her natral protectiveness to people she trusts, she followers what the gaurds tell her to do with out complaint. It took a long time, but the gaurds finnally got her to trust them.
Also! Some facts about Great Pyrnees.
1. They are big white fluffy dogs
2. They were origally breed to gaurd livestock
3. They do have an annoying habbit to slobber on hot days
4. They were oringally bred up in the mountains
Alright! That's it. You can look up pictures if you are unsure to what they look like.
(October 29, 2016 - 7:56 am)
I decided to start the rp early! <Kid cheers and confetti flies in the air> Now let's get started! IF YOU ARE TO MAKE A CHARRIE AFTER QUITE A LOT OF POSTS ABOUT THE RP, IT MAY BE HARD TO JOIN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Now enough of this, let's GET STARTED!
~Cadman Drake Porosus
I look at the peices of paper in my hand. They were notes, repeated to say the same thing(these are the notes from the plot). I had observed my colleagues carefully, and I was sure that the ones I've chosen to send to have the obedienceness worn off a bit, and that I could trust. I look up now at the bars before me. The scientists don't know I have discovered my werecreature, and I was about to break free from cell M to give these notes. The guards and security were down today due to a lightning storm, and the guards were at a meeting. This was my chance to communicate. I let the crocodile within take control, and I suddenly grew taller, stronger, and more ferocious. The transformation was quick, for it became quicker and less painful with the practice I've done. I pryed the bars open with my jaws to make a hole large enough for me to creep through, and I wandered through the hallways. I was on a mission. I attached one letter to each of the chosen colleagues. Daniel, Tori, Kylie, Christa, Annabella, Lycio, Tyberious, Notasveta, Crimson, Javier, Isabella, and Leona. They all were asleep, unaware of my presence, and I stalked back to my cell and closed the gap. I sincerely hoped they would escape and discover the world beyond the walls, our past home that I am just starting to rediscover very slolwly in my dreams. I untransformed, curled up onto the bed, and fell asleep, dreaming about the world beyond the walls and ceiling that stopped people from flying down from above.
(October 29, 2016 - 9:18 pm)
Daniel
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"Another day... a little death..."
Those lyrics were buzzing my mind when I woke up in the cold cell for however many days I've been here. Sighing, I hovered in the meager bed for a few seconds before rolling over and getting out. Morosely I moved towards the cell door, waiting the scientists to come take me. After a month or two, I had started to pick up on the pattern. The guard comes, his step as slow as mine, and lunlocks the cell, making sure to grab my arm tightly. I sneer at him privately. What do you think I can do, idiot? Get out of here and go to... wherever I came from? Once again I'm struck with an odd feeling of nostalgia as I try to recall where I did come from.
The guard leads me to somewhere near the M cells, in another training gym. Internally I groan, but still manage to put on a bright (enough) face for it. It'll be over soon, though I don't know what they're expecting from me. After two months you'd think they realized there's nothing special about me. I know they're testing--something, I just don't know what. They say, 'Pick up this, run over here, fight her, fight him, do this and that and all of this'... and I do. I have no reason not to.
The guard deposits me in the room and leaves, closing the door behind him. I look up at the scientists, protected behind the layer of glass seperating them from me. The speaker crackles to life, and says "Today you will be dodging. You know what to do. Begin." I groan. Ugh, dodging. This is easily what I'm worst at. I always get hit over and over and over with the tiny pellets. How do they expect me to dodge them!? They're tiny!! The launchers in each corner begin to hum, and I prepare myself for the pain. It starts suddenly, one striking in my back. I whip around, just long to see one speeding at me from the right corner. I brace myself for it, and...
something changes. Just before it collides with my body, my eyes flash with a bright light, and all of a sudden it's like the bullet has been slowed down. ...what? I think, confused, as it crawls towards me. Easily I jump out of the way, and the next click from the launcher signals me to another.
It's like dancing, it's so easy. I simply step, hop, and dart out of each pellet's way, effortlessly avoiding them. Once, though, one almost went into my mouth, and I swear I felt my canines elongate and sharpen for a second, slicing the pellet in half. But the next second they're normal, and the test is over. I relax my eyes, feeling safe, and look up at the stunned scientists. I look over to the feedback camera, confused, and see something I never thought would happen. It's me, doing the dodging test as usual, but I'm... fast. It's like I have wings on my feet as I speed around each bullet, just as blur of myself. The scientists hurriedly call in a guard, who drags me back to my cell. Once inside, I sit down to think about this weeeeeird day and notice a piece of paper on the ground in front of me. Picking it up, I quickly read over it, then put it down again, my mind already at work.
Thursday.... the lounge... midnight? We-ell, alright then.
I'll be there, Peter Scupp.
(October 30, 2016 - 4:12 pm)
Leona~~~
"Leona! Help me!" Lilly shouts.
"I'm coming! Where are you!?" I cry despertly.
I look around, the great white dog next to me sniffs the air. He can't smell anything over the wind. Sundly a piercing scream whips thourgh the air. Prince yelps. I look around widly, there is no one there. Sundly out of the fog comes forth a giant crocadile. It says somthing over the wind, but I can't hear it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wake up with a start. And grab a book from under my pillow. It's that same nightmare, I write down the date and the nightmare I just had. It's the same thing. A stormy night, a big white dog, and a girl named Lilly. That makes sense, but why the crocadile? I frown, a memory is pushing it's way up into my head, mountains and the clear blue sky. My home? Sundly I rember something. I look to the front of the book where I had tapped some wool to the front cover. Sheep wool! I rember.... What! The mountains? A girl? The dog? Sheep I feel sure trusted and loved me? Or a big crocadile where it doesn't go? I look around the cell and spot a piece of paper. A note, I quickly grab it and read it.
The lounge, a mysterouis man named Peter. I smile, a wave of happiness runs through me. That name and a game I played. But just as quickly it's gone. Should I go and meet this man named Peter? Maybe he can explian these dreams I have.
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That's it! I hope you like it! Also I was thinking Leona can see glimpses of the furture and past when she sleeps. I hope that isn't too OP, but we have a Great Pyrnees and it seems like he could see the furture. :)
So she can see in the dark and her hearing and smelling is inhanced as her powers, plus the past and furture seeing in dreams. (Not that it's really helpfull).
Oh and by the way, Holly says "bhgh" You want a new bag?
(October 30, 2016 - 4:18 pm)
I AM NOT TYPING THAT AGAIN STUPID COMPUTEr
Basicaly i attacked the guard asking for info and i got tazed now they want to move me to a secure cell like cell M (i attacked the guards 9 times this month! and I am origianly in cell C not sure where the plot puts me now)
(October 30, 2016 - 4:25 pm)