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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 (find the setting information here)...

1. Trapped by a giant Venus fly trap! Oh no!
2. Watching the evening light show at the beach
3. Admiring the magical castle the candidates have created in the meadow
4. Lost the desert, near the pixie dust canyon
5. Freezing your buns off on the tundra
6. Up high in the mountains and unsure how to get back down

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 area 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 air
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

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[ooc: I still need to canon review, but I wanted to post this anyway.]

His dark eyes quickly open, as he startled awake with a gasp. There were faint memories buzzing around his psyche as if his mind was in a fog when he sat up and rubbed at his eyes.

Was all that just a dream?

But when he looked around, he hadn't recalled being on the beach and he quickly scrambled to his feet looking around confused. Out of the corner of his eye, something caught his attention, and reaching for his sword hilt, he's surprised to see that it was just a kitten running around and seemingly playing in the sand.

"At least I'm not completely alone."

Martha had made her way to the beach curious about the coconuts people had mentioned. She hadn't expected to find a man with a sword and a kitten.

"Nope, not completely alone," she said, making sure she looked as defenseless as possible. Men with swords could be very jumpy. "Newly arrived though it seems."

The voice does surprise him, but at least his jumpiness was toned down as he turned to face her. Her dress was strange, for sure, but that was the least of his concern right now.

"What land is this?" His hand remained on the hilt of his sword as he turned to look back around him, noticing she wasn't making any sudden movements or indications she'd attempt to attack him.

"There's very few stories I've heard of white sands." He confessed, wondering if he should even admit to that.

"That's a complicated question, and one best answered in the Meadow, away from the sun." He's entirely too pale to be in sun this bright. "Short answer is we're in a place called the Wyld. But that likely raises more questions than it answers." She steps backwards towards the meadow. "Bring along the kitten. I don't fancy leaving it on it's own out in the sand."

"The Wyld...?" He's never heard of such land. As a child, he spent countless hours learning the maps, family crests and mottos, what he would see in each region. This wasn't ringing a bell in his mind.

And he's surprised she's telling him what to do, not that it was a bad thing, just... unexpected. He blinks, looking around and takes the few steps to catch up to the kitten, catching it.

"Winterfell? King's Landing? Riverrun? Dorne? Do any of these sound familiar?"

Martha shook her head. "Not at all. We're not in your country or any surrounding it. Come into the meadow. It's cooler and there's some cloud cover."

She steps over the threshold and is immediately plunged back into the comfortable temperate climate. Martha waits for him and the kitten to step over before continuing.

"I don't have all the answers myself," she begins, holding out her hands for the kitten. "But a powerful race of people, the Nysgods, have brought us all here from vastly different places."

He followed her, but not before wiping his brow from the heat - this woman was right in her thinking. He must be rather confused or something strange has happened.

Once they crossed the threshold, he was surprised, "What sort of magic is this?" He wasn't really listening, except catching that she was indicating to hand over the kitten when she mentioned the Nysgods.

"They are unfamilar to me; I know not of such gods or legends. I'm familiar with the old and the new."

"Why hello there!" she says to the kitten who purrs contentedly and climbs up to her shoulder to begin playing with her hair. Martha doesn't mind.

She instead takes a good look at the man in front of her. A boy really. He can't be older than 18 or 19, but he looks as though he's already seen too much.

"I'm unclear on whether it's magic or advanced science. Neither is very comfortable to think about," she replies. "The Nysgods are not gods either. Merely beings significantly advanced from most everyone else. We all come from such different places, none of our gods or legends seem to be the same, though they all follow many similarities. There are many who do know some legends of the Nysgods. I had heard of them in my travels. Always thought they were bogeymen, talked about to scare children into behaving well."

This was all happening so fast; just as becoming king of Winterfell came upon him only a few months ago at this point. Or so he estimated.

"You speak of things such as north of the Wall. Strange happenings that don't make sense. Strange stories I don't quite understand." The grass blows gently in the wind and he watches with an attempt to be stoic.

Finally, he looks over to Martha an offers a smile, "I think the cat is rather fond of you, miss."

"Martha. I'm Martha," she replies with a smile of her own. "Or if you insist on being formal, Dr. Jones, but I usually only require my patients to call me that."

She looks around the meadow again before reconnecting eye contact with her new acquaintance. "I don't know this Wall you speak of, but I can tell you this place is all very strange. Even for those of us who deal with strange. If you have questions, I can answer them to the best of my ability."

She's trying to not overwhelm him with stories of different times and universes. She can see he's already overwhelmed as it is.

He was indeed overwhelmed. It was as if he wasn't able to sit or stand still, eyes always roaming across the lands trying to find answers.

"I came from Winterfell, one of the seven kingdoms of the realm. It's from the north, but not as far north as the Wall, where stories originated of strange happenings and of things that perhaps exist or not. I'm unaware of the complete truth." His mind lingered of his bastard brother Jon Snow. Had he seen any of these stories? Was this anything like it?

"I was..." Robb looks confused for a moment, "I was at a dinner, but then I woke up here." He felt a lingering ache in his abdomen where his hand reached up, as if to search for any wounds on his body.

"How did you get here, Lady Martha?"

Martha smiled but shook her head. "Your country... kingdom must be far from where I live, for I've never heard of it. I'm sorry. And I'm not of noble birth... so I don't think Lady can be added to my name. And what do I call you? As for how I got here..." Well, that's a long and complicated story. "I was hiding in a closet. Hiding from invaders. One moment I was there, the next, I was here." Simplified but true.

Her smile turned to concern when his hand reached for his abdomen. "Are you injured?" She reaches up for the kitten and lets it down on the ground where it gambols about among the flowers. Martha opens up a carpet bag and begins pulling out bandages if needed.

"No, I'm fine, just... an ache of the heart." He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and indeed his heart ached slightly. Without another word, he sat down.

"It's a bit hot." Perhaps on the beach, but it was cooler in the grass, being quiet for a moment. "Robb. You can call me Robb." It seemed formalities weren't a thing here, and her dress was one he had never seen, nor was elaborate. Perhaps royalty didn't matter here. Now that was something to think about.

When he said heartache, Martha assumed he meant his heart actually ached. She crouched next to him, looking concerned. "A heart ache? Tell me, Robb, is it actually an aching feel or more of a stabbing?" Not that they can handle serious heart trauma here. Furthermore, how does someone his age have heart trauma? He looked fit and hale.

He unhooked his cloak and let it fall around him, and then found the zipper to his tunic. "It's sharp." he commented as he pulled the zipper down.

Looking down at his chest, he didn't see any wounds or anything. "Just my imagination, I suppose." He felt rather ridiculous stripping in front of this polite woman.

Martha raised an eyebrow at the zipper. She hadn't expected that based off when this man seemed to be from. Perhaps he was one of those strange people that pretended to live in another time.

"There's no wound, but would you allow me to listen to your heartbeat and take your blood pressure?" Just because there was no wound didn't mean he was completely safe. But she couldn't imagine this man having heart issues unless he had a history of it in his family.

She's already reaching into her bag to pull out a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff.

[ooc: jeez, I'm dumb. I'm sure they don't have zippers (but maybe the costume department does!) So pretend it was unbuttoned rather than unzipped. I don't know why I didn't change that because I spent a good 2 minutes thinking about it last night.]

"Blood... pressure?" His eyebrows are knitted looking at her in confusion and he sat up straight. "What are you going to do?" These concepts were foreign to him, especially when she pulled out bizarre looking items from her bag.

This whole ordeal was becoming stranger and stranger, "I've never seen such things." He held his tongue from saying anything more cruel.

[OOC: That's OK. Historical reenactor here. I hate all the freaking buttons I have to do up for my hobby.]

The light had been playing a trick on her. They really were buttons... That was comforting at least. Martha looked up calmly as he panicked.

"It seems my country is more advanced medically than yours is. This allows me to listen to your heart beat. I can put these things in my ears like this, and then I take this part and hold it against your chest." She demonstrates on herself first. "Would you like to try it on me first?"

She does unzip her jacket, and opens it slightly. Her tank top is low enough that the stethoscope would be no issue.

"And blood pressure is just making sure the blood runs through your veins at a healthy speed. It's really easy. I just clasp this around your arm..." She clasps it around her own, "and squeeze this thing until it gets tight. Then I let the pressure out."

He's studying her rather closely - intently - in assurance that she wouldn't be trying to trick him, although, she still could. "And what do you plan to use these measurements for?"

He was always the serious one, always calculating. Life circumstances tended to make him do that now. It wasn't a choice, he had to, not after the deaths of his family and his father...

It was rude to stare, and he looks away after her demonstration. So far, she had been very kind and full of information since he had been here. "Where are you from, Martha?" He'd rather attempt to change to subject.

"You said your heart ached," Martha replied. "I want to make sure it's just that and not a symptom of something more serious. I'm a physician Robb. A healer. I save people's lives." Because the word doctor clearly didn't have any effect on him.

But if he doesn't want the tests, she can't force them upon him. She lets the stethoscope hang around her neck.

"I come from a country called England." She wonders if he's ever heard of it.

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