Test Drive Meme

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Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

New to Throne of Shadows? Long time player thinking of apping a new character? Welcome to our test drive meme! Experiment with active and potential muses! Here is a place where you can test out characters for the setting and accrue samples for your applications! Roll on the scenarios provided below, or come up with your own!

Scenario Builder

You are...

1. Working in the lava lamp factory
2. Watching "The History of Twine" in the cinema
3. Admiring the fish in the barracks tunnel
4. Lost in a topiary maze
5. Riding the shuttle between buildings
6. Trying to sneak into the administrative offices

You’re feeling...

1. Inexplicably happy
2. Like you could fall asleep at any moment
3. Angry enough to punch someone
4. Nostalgic or sentimental
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. As if life really ought to be more like a Broadway musical

Somewhat unusually...

1. You can only speak in rhyme
2. The room is full of old-fashioned toys
3. A box covered in runes drops down from the sky and lands at your feet
4. You hear the voice of your worst enemy in the walls
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

Comments

[handymetacrisis]

"And I'm sure I haven't." He retorts with a raised brow.

[sexy_bluebox]

"And I'm sure you ha-ave." She sing-songs, smiling to herself. "Think a little harder, darling."

[sexy_bluebox]

"Hardly," Sexy giggles quietly. "Much older. How about you?"

[magicink]

"Twenty-five," Julian says and he raises an eyebrow. "How much older are we talkin'?"

[sexy_bluebox]

"More than you can imagine." Sexy winks.

[magicink]

"Oh so you must be something other than a human then, huh?" Julian hazards a guess. "What are you and what sort of world are you from, hot stuff?"

[cuckoocachoo]

Sarah looks up with a friendly smile before shaking her head - more to the second part than the first. The woman seems friendly enough and she's not really used to people talking to her out of the blue, but she's working on it.

"Candidate. Which is ... weird. Kind of makes me sound like I'm running for president or something." She gives a bit of a wave but she doesn't offer her hand. "I'm Sarah."

[sexy_bluebox]

"Ooh, yes. I'm not human. Well." Sexy looks down at herself. "I'm in a human, it seems."

"I'm...blue."

Me too!

[abyss_also_gazed]

((btw, if I don't tag back tomorrow, the ice storm has taken out the power))

Your parents were science fiction fans, I take it?

[She doesn't think anything of it just yet - after all, unusual, strange, and absurd pseudonyms and codenames are just par for the course in her line of work. Her boyfriend had, for the moment, won the stupid Containment Team handle contest - which was a real thing, meant to help discredit any leaked Foundation records - by naming the one he headed up Whimsical.]

[magicink]

"You're.. oh.. so this is your host?" Julian asks. "And what do you mean you're blue?"

[sexy_bluebox]

"Maybe. Neither of us quite agreed to this arrangement." No, she isn't going to be very helpful in figuring this out. She hardly knows what's happened anyhow. "I'm blue. As in..."

Sexy gestures vaguely to her person. "My general color. Normally, dear."

[magicink]

"Oh, cool," Julian replies. "So, got a name?"

Mist | Original Character

[aspectofdeath]

So Mist had survived the rise of Christianity, thwarted the Mayan Apocalypse set for 2012 A.D., and barely tolerated Digger's existence only to land in Gebo. Apparently a candidate for marriage to a prince. That really didn't sit well with her, especially after how her human life had ended. Still, she was free of Digger, so she was actually happy about that. Not that one could really tell she was happy, Mist didn't exactly show emotions much.

As she walked along, minding her own business, she was stopped in her tracks by a box suddenly landing in front of her. A slightly puzzled look crossed her face as she looked down at it. Being the sort to be drawn in by the runes, she was a Viking after all, she knelt down to examine the box closer, tentatively reaching out to touch it.


[OOC: Mist is a Valkyrie. She was a character of mine in a FUDGE tabletop campaign based around the world of Neil Gaiman's American Gods. You can find some info about her here if you want some detailed background for her. But for the purposes of this, any character that can tell if someone is alive/human/etc will be able to tell she's not. She's immortal and has some power to her.]

[sexy_bluebox]

"My mad man calls me...Sexy." She nods to herself. "Yes, that sounds right. He calls me Sexy."

[magicink]

"Your mad man? Wow.. that describes like fucking everyone. Does this mad man have a description beyond being well, made?"

[feellikeibelong]

[OOC: Aww! Be safe!!]

One might say my father was, but that is not why I was named that. Helena Georgia does not have the ring to it that H.G. Wells does. Besides, it was my brother's way of giving me credit for my work when the entire world believed he was H.G. Wells.

[She scoffed and sipped her scotch.]

[notsharkbait]

Erin was on her way back to the living quarters after work. Sort of. She wanted to stop off to grab some dinner from somewhere. She had been running late and forgot lunch.

She pauses and blinks first and Leonard then at the kitten.

"You look both cranky and a bit confused." She grins slightly. "Cute friend."

[garmayzaya]

She spun around, her dress whipping around her. Garmay still wasn't used to seeing people who looked like they were her age. It was always a delightful surprise and she let out the tiniest, happy little shriek before catching herself at the last minute.

And then she looked at him. Really looked at him.

That was silk he was wearing. She was sure of it. And his fingernails looked...clean.

Nobility.

Garmay gave him a slight curtsy. More of a bounce, really. Garmay always seemed to bounce, no matter what she was doing. "Skye Marina Zaya," she said politely. "But most folks call me Garmay."

[hisonlygirl]

"This place is a nexus. The individuals they pull here exist across various realities and time."

What she doesn't say is that something is also powerful enough to turn a machine into a living breathing human being. At least, not yet. That will come eventually.

[thelastmonster]

And with that this man revealed he could read her just like she could read him. Perhaps they were different sources to their abilities. Leck had called himself a Graceling, and had said his side of the mountains dividing the Dells from the western half of the continent did not have monsters, the only oddity were Gracelings. And she and Leck, while both possessing powers similar in nature, were far different from each other.

But this man had two golden colored eyes, not the different shades Leck had told her all Gracelings possessed.

His voice was odd, a unique accent that was unlike any dialect in the Dells or in Pikkia. And he didn’t sound like Leck. Someone from somewhere far different. She reached up with her left hand and fingered the… earpiece, the two individuals who had welcomed her had called it. They’d said it would help her communicate. If she had it in. Apparently, it worked.

“I believe wants should not overset propriety unless absolutely necessary,” she answered. “But if you know what I want, and are amiable to tell me, then we can skip my asking. But I still want to know who you are, as well.”

[loyalfool]

That does earn Bert a smile and an accompanying laugh. "As have I, my good man. Mostly by my own servant, Merlin."

Arthur will put that free arm around the knight's shoulders briefly before letting it drop. There was once a time when he suspected Lancelot and Gwen were having secret lover's meetings but it was before Arthur's marriage to the woman. "I don't know what these stories say but he was a man I trusted my life and my kingdom with on more than one occasion."

It was true down to the core. Gwen may have loved Lancelot and still did but Arthur would let the knight stand at his side to face down any foe.

"Considering I'm not entirely sure how I got here in the first place, it is." Alone with his thoughts was not something he wanted at the moment. Not when it meant facing his fate and all that he had left behind.

[loyalfool]

This was a woman who was easily excitable. Just his mere presence had her crying out in happiness. Something told him it wasn't because of who he was.

At her slight, bouncy curtsy Arthur did bow his head a little. Not because she was nobility but simply because she was a lady. When she introduced herself he wondered how people managed to get 'Garmay' out of that name.

"Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot." He won't go into the list of names people called him as there were too many and some he didn't approve of.

[horncrown]

It was not her species that he was particularly interested in. She looked human and yet he knew that she was not. She was neither Jedi nor Sith; she was neither Lightside nor Darkside. She had a presence but it felt different from a Force user. She spoke with a calmness, not arrogance. There was confirmation that she was not trying to be anything more or less than what she was, he felt.

Someone simply and truly themselves.

"The trouble with power, I think, is that it is vibrant and loud." Unless measures are taken to conceal it. This was not something Maul enjoyed doing but he had long since come accustomed to the need for it.

"I am Maul," he introduces. "I am an Iridonian and a Sith. I can guess that these hold no meaning to you?"

The longer he is away from his Master the more he leans toward the former as an identity than the latter. Although such a shift may very well not be conscious.

[garmayzaya]

King? Well. He was an awfully young king. In her experience, a young king meant one of two things; tragedy or treason. She'd been fortunate, that in her many travels and her short life, for the most part, it had been tragedy. Which led her to trust the various kings she served. And Garmay was one to assume the best in people. So for now, she supposed, she'd simply see him as an orphan, like herself.

A rich, powerful, noble orphan. But still.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty," she said, offering him a bright, cheerful, fearless smile.

[capt_forehead]

No. From the Temple we came to that island. From the island, we came here via sea tunnel.

[That was best he could do for explanation. If she misunderstood, well, there wasn't much that he could do about it. He glanced down at himself as she mentions how he looks, as though he was checking to make sure he was still 'put together'.]

Unfortunately, no. Not a hallucinogen, I was physically changed. Some of the Candidates went around and figured it out, and how to fix everyone. It worked.