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!

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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

[horncrown]

The darkside rippled with strength enough to stop Maul from doing whatever it was he was preoccupied with immediately. He knew that eventually the Nysgod would continue to pull in more and more dynamic candidates that they simply would not be capable of controlling.

Maul stalks quickly, moving between those that pass him in their hustle and bustle to the source of this ire. He sees her, steps away, engulfed in her direction and current purpose. A grin tugs itself up over his lips.

Yes, this will be good.

[thelastmonster]

Fire could always tell when she’d drawn the attention of an individual. She could tell when she was meters away, across the camp of one of the King’s army, the other side of the palace. They became distinct, then, from the milling throng, in their focus on her. Like the torch signal stations up along the border of Dell and Pikkia in the mountains called the Little Grays. A beacon to her cognitive senses.

But this individual was wholly different.

Absent was the enraged frenzy of desire and hatred compelling the individual forward that had always before accompanied those random individuals seeking her out. Instead, in place of uncontrollable emotion was a startlingly disciplined mind.

She could count on her hand with the two missing fingers the number of individuals she’s encountered with this level of control. Because there were only three. Brigan, her lover; Brocker, Brigan’s biological father, and Fire’s mentor; and that boy named Leck who was not a monster but a deplorable human being who used his mental powers to destroy and harm every living thing in his path.

This kind of mental control took dedication to achieve, and that impresses Fire. Though, this alone does not prompt her to drop her guard. A disciplined mind did not signify moral standing, as she had learned with Leck.

She turned to face the individual pursuing her; she’d learned long ago ignoring them was never an option.

And was stunned to silence at the face that met her.

Her green eyes went wide – she couldn’t help it. She tried to categorize what she was seeing, like something out of a dream, two monsters of different species combined into one. One more human-like in stature, but with … horns. His black and red skin could have indicated a monster – as all monsters were known for their unique coloring. But the horns, the crux of Fire’s wonderment, told her this person could not be labeled the same as her.

“Who are you?” She’d had enough education to leave the ‘what’ alone for now.

[horncrown]

If there was anything that she could infer from his mind, if there was anything that she could feel, it would have been interest. She speaks power and he feels her draw that he could easily see her power affecting many other minds around them. An allure, he'd say? It reminds him of some other species and their natural ability to pull a mind or emotion this way or that.

Although he knows that she is different from that. It is not a kind of thing he had felt before and so he is intrigued; and so the darkside is intrigued. He takes his steps forward almost a bit amused when observing her clear surprise. Yellow eyes look over her as an attempt to decipher what it was that he felt of her presence.

"Are you sure that's what you really want to ask?" He stops a distance away with the marking of a slight grin over his lips. Hands fold in front of his body, relaxed.

By all means he thinks be abrasive.

[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.”

[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.

[thelastmonster]

Maul? Was that like Fire for her, perhaps? A name given for a superficial characteristic? Or was there something more to it? He did radiate confidence and he had an edge to him, Fire could not outline it fully yet, but it was there. It did make her wary as one should of a stranger.

She held her name in reserve for the time being.

She tossed the words ‘Iridonian’ and ‘Sith’ around her mind. They did, indeed, sound foreign to her, and as the device in her ear did not translate them to something corresponding in Dellian, Fire assumed they must be from Maul’s language.

She shook her head and determined to ask. He did seem quite willing to talk to her about himself, she could feel he carried some sort of pride for this identity, and for her inability to understand him fully she was apologetic. “I’m sorry, I have no understanding of those other words. What do they mean?”

[horncrown]

He did not know, honestly. He remembers the names of his so called brothers being quite similar to him. Savage and Feral. Perhaps their family was noted for such characteristics. Whatever the reason behind his naming, it hardly mattered.

She does not offer her name back to him or introduce herself at all. Normally he would not care, frankly. Most people he comes to cross do not pique his interest quite enough for him to even consider them individual enough for a name. She was an exception, and so: "Have you no name?"

The ridge where brows would normally be rises just a touch.

"Iridonian is a people; Sith is a philosophy," well, technically it was also a people but those people were long gone and their ideals carried on. There was much more politics to that matter of the old days but he knew it not.

[thelastmonster]

Fire couldn’t explain why she was hesitant to give this man her name, she just suddenly felt caution was the key, and she’d long since learned listening to her gut paid off. But now that he asked, she couldn’t see a reason not to tell him. “I’m named Fire.”

Despite her hesitancy, his explanations interest her, she liked politics and history even when presented in dry manuscripts that could put even the most studious scholars to sleep. “Where are the Iridonian from? And I’ve never heard of the Sith philosophy.”