forum But Why? / One on One / Closed

Started April 30, 2020 by @Knick

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You are what is known as a Phicilae. Although generally shorter than normal humans, you also host the ability to become a feathered serpent. Generally, they’re earthy colours, have wings (feathered, of course) and can have two to four limbs (not including tail) in total.
Phicilae are also an endangered species. Indirectly due to the human interaction with the environment, many have had to change hunting grounds and certain areas have suffered from lack of proper food and shelter. Many Phicilae have died within the past 50 years. Humans don’t know that much about Phicilae, either. It is known that Phicilae prefer their serpentine forms and that it takes a lot of energy to shift between serpent and human, as well as in human form they look completely human and the only way you’d be able to tell something wasn’t right would be social behaviour, unless they spent a lot of time around humans. it should be noted that Phicilae don’t heal any faster or slower than humans, interestingly enough.

It is also a lesser known fact that Phicilae can be forced out of their serpentine forms if injured, resorting to a human form in order to seek real humans for treatment. It does not go both ways, however, if a Phicilae is injured in human form they may die and the pain might be too much to shift.

After being caught in a dangerous battle, you, in Phicilae form, become extremely injured. You decide that the best place is to attempt a rough landing in a forest (or maybe you’re forced to, because the injuries may be too grave.) Although safe from aggressive Phicilae on the ground, you don’t know when you’ll turn back to human, and you also don’t know what or who is lurking out there…

I’m hoping to use one of my newer characters in this RP. I’d prefer the person joining be the Phicilae, so please ask questions as needed about the species or the RP.

Some additional facts on Phicilae:

• feed on any meat. Raw, cooked, any. Even human. If a Phicilae begins to starve, they may go after the closest source of food.
• for whatever reason they generally like either sweet, sour, or salty things. No in between, always have a preference. Feel free to include this in your character.
• typically lived near the ocean
• sometimes hunted for their scales, feathers, teeth and other resourceful materials. Were typically not eaten.

This will be a romance of some sorts. MxF, with me (preferably, as that’s what my character is) being the male. This means whoever joins needs a girl for this.
Tech level for this is modern. Setting is kind of in a forest of some sorts…near civilization, of course, just on a smaller scale.

The rules.

1. I will be asking for a writing sample WITH DIALOGUE. please try to have decent grammar and spelling.
2. 2-3 sentences minimum
3. I reserve the right to say no.
4. Let me know if you’ll be inactive.
5. Please do not say you’ll be joining and then proceed to never join at all
6. Ask questions as needed
7. Violence, blood, and cussing are subject to happen. Let’s remember that there will be a time and place for that.
8. This will be somewhat mature, I’m unsure to what extent but if things get a bit iffy, we may take it to PMs. This means if you’re joining make sure you’re okay with that.
9. Ask before joining.
10. List subject to change…

The template (read rules, please, and remove brackets.)

Name:
Age: (above twenty at least, under thirty at most)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Country of Origin: (wherever they were born)
Appearance: (include height, and appearance of their Phicilae if you want to)
Clothing:

Personality: (how do they act? What do they think of humans?)
Background: (can be brief, long or even in point format. Things you may talk about could be any prior experiences with humans, family, etc)
Hobbies/skills:
Other: (anything else such as fun facts goes here)

Could I join? This sounds very interesting!

Sure! Could I just have a writing sample?

Sure thing!

Why's everything gotta be so damn difficult? Cal wondered. It wasn't as if Cameron liked him back in that way. If anything it was the connection between tortured souls that was between them. Souls that have seen war and destruction and could only watch until it was too late. Deciding to break the odd thing going on in his mind, he decided to talk, directing it towards Cameron. "I really don't get you," he said bluntly.

(Just an example of a normal sized reply.)

Sure, you can join! Any questions?

I was also curious if the civilization is set in a current continent the way things are? As in for origin I could write Alabama or some other state?

Yeah you could do that, the same countries, places, provinces states etc exist in this world.

Alrighty! I'll try and get the template filled out now, but it is a bit late where I am. Might have to finish in the morning.

Also, last question for now: Would Phicilae usually have normal sounding names or something less common?

Either or, depends on how close their family was to humans. Like if they grew up among their own kind less common name, but if they were closer to humans more common.

Do they focus on last names as well? Or is it solely a first name?

They have last names, yes.

Name: Khadijah ("Di") Rivas

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Country of Origin: California area, near the coastline.

Appearance: She's 5'0 even in height. Her body is similar to a pear shape, hips a tad wider than the perfect skinny model. Her skin is a warm vanilla tone with splotches of dark vitiligo (specifically her neck, a bit on her fingers, her thighs, and the tips of her ears). Her eyes are upturned and a bit closer to the rounded side. They are also a deep blue. Her nose is a bit hooked, lips plump and a light pink. Lastly, her hair appears to be black, but if you look close enough, it's a very dark brown.
Phicilae appearance: A deep chocolate brown, similar to the color of the earth after it rains. The wings are lighter and create a bit of a gradient in shades of brown. She has four limbs and an average sized tail.

Clothing: A shorter shirt, a tad longer than a crop top along with highwaisted pants, usually capris or long shorts. For colder weather, it's normally a pair of jeans along with a cute long sleeved top that ties at the neck on the back.

Personality: She's the determined type, a bit closer to serious than casual. If something interests her enough, she'll eventually relax if the situation isn't dangerous. Khadijah is quite blunt and will take most expressions literally. Despite being able to talk with humans, she avoids it if possible. She also understands what some humans do to her kind and would rather not risk being caught.

Background: Khadijah wasn't born around humans, usually opting to stay away from them. That was until she was able to hold her form for longer periods of time. Hesitantly, she began picking up on a bit of human speech patterns, but really only enough to not seem overly out of place. Ask her currently, and she wouldn't be able to tell you what a lot of things are.

Hobbies/skills: She enjoys painting oddly enough. In human form, she's fairly good with her legs, able to keep a fair pace with longer strides. Running is also a good challenge for her. It's a good way to test her energy while in her different form. Her Phicilae form is considered a good color in her opinion, being able to hide both in trees and along the ground if necessary.

Other: Favorite flavor would be salty. It reminds her of the salty ocean air. She also likes to travel. The world is a big place after all.

Name: Eliasz Sienicki
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Country of Origin: Born in Poland, moved throughout life.

Appearance: 5’11 in height, with a build that could be described as somewhat smaller, although lightly athletic. His skin tone could be viewed as a pale ivory. His eyes are more of a dark brown. In the light, it’s much easier to see that they’re brown. He has the tattoo of a snake on his back; shaped like an infinity symbol or the number ‘8’. Shortish (not cropped) dark, warm brown hair.
Clothing: Dark green, waxed cotton jacket and cargo pants of a similar shade (maybe being slightly darker) are his style. He also wears a grey short sleeve underneath. Sometimes wears gloves, depends on what he’s doing at the time. Sometimes brings a backpack with him, depends on where he’s going or what he’s doing. Black bandana is common for him.

Personality: Eli can be considered a solitary kind of guy. He prefers to stay away from the drama and all activities one could consider exciting, unless they come to him first of course. To which he will most likely attempt to face the problem in whatever way he can. Although he is solitary, he’s not exactly shy by any means, just a bit more reclusive and hesitant to speak his mind around certain types of people. He likes to do his own thing, not be ordered around. Although he can be a bit merciless (when he needs to be, of course) he’s fairly kindhearted…fairly.

Background: Born in Poland, lived there for a good portion of his life. He was born into the Phicilae hunting business, although his family never got him involved in it until later in life, and even by then Eli never took interest into it (eventually, it became less common in his family as more laws were established around hunting them, so Eli wouldn’t have really gotten much of an experience either way.) Eli went to the States later on in life, and got involved with a group of people who also happened to hunt Phicilae…illegally. Eli didn’t really like that, so he separated himself from them until we come up to now, where he lives on his own with no goals in mind. Occasionally, those illegal Phicilae hunters do call him, and technically Eli never left the group either, but he doesn’t go out of his way to seek them and he’s averted their lifestyle. Now, he mainly studies some of the wildlife but just tries to have a somewhat normal lifestyle after his rocky history.

Hobbies/skills: Sketching (basic skills, he’s by no means good), ability to remember for longer periods of time. Speaks both Polish and English, commonly writes in Polish as well. Can hold a gun and fire it quite well.

Other: His English writing is often hard to read. His favourite food is chocolate.

Living a life of solitude was not what Eliasz had in mind, if you asked him that several years ago. But as things popped up in life, Eliasz began to realize who he was; that he just really wasn't much of a person who liked to get out there and do things. And the people. Oh, the people, just wanted him involved in their life for whatever reason. Well, Eliasz could care less.

It had taken him some time before he achieved what he wanted. The home was in the woods, close enough to the town that he could go there if he needed to. Two floors, and there was an old, broken down barn in the vicinity. Eli had no clue what the barn was used for in the past. He made some effort to fix it up, but fixing things wasn’t really his specialty.
In the light of day, Eli currently spent his time out in the front of his house, sitting on the stairs. The sun was still out, filtered by the trees. It was a bright, beauty of a day. Currently, he had his phone with him, browsing social media. He didn’t follow that many people, only a few. Some he’d forgotten to unfollow, or just didn’t feel like it. Sniffing, Eli pocketed the phone and tapped his boot on the wooden steps. There wasn’t that much noise out here, aside from some birds. It would be easy for him to hear anything in the vicinity, or something particularly loud.

Eli closed his eyes, not exactly sleeping, just relaxing, with nothing to do just yet.

Khadijah bared her fangs at her attackers, making a dive towards either a neck or wings. It was frustrating that a Phicilae would attack one of their own. Especially with the knowledge of their near extinction. So few were left…
Her opponent was a deep green, suited to match the grass and leaves of a warm summer's day. Trees and grass changed over time however. Her own flesh made it easier to hide underneath the soil and in the shadows. Were she to appear humanoid, she likely would have given her attacker a certain gesture she had learned recently.
If they wouldn't relent, then she wouldn't either. Khadijah managed to scrape a few scales, making her opponent hiss. She would have chuckled at his displeasure if not for the fact that the other Phicilae outmatched her in speed. A sharp pain manifested on her side as scales were ripped from her body. The emerald reptile clung to her, tearing at her flesh. She twisted in the air in attempt to free the attacker, only succeeding after a particularly sharp turn. Sadly, the other's claws managed to snag on her left wing. The air now made the wound burn intensely, blowing harder as Khadijah lost altitude. Her lungs let out a screech of pain. Her eyes darted wildly, noting a few blurred buildings in the distance. Her mind was too focused on survival to note a lone cabin near the trees she was headed for. As best as she could, Khadijah attempted to angle herself for less of a crash and more of a rough landing. Her form slammed into a tangle of small branches, snapping under the force of the fall. The world spun in her vision until her stomach felt a hard thud. The air nearly left her lungs, as her eyes focused on her surroundings. Her opponent from before must have flown off for some unusual reason. If it was hungry enough to attack on of it's own, it should have flown after her.
It was then that the Phicilae noted the blood rushing out of her side and back. She had several scrapes over her limbs and tail as well. Khadijah nearly cursed, feeling quite weak. She'd need help, and fast. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to keep calm until her form changed.

Eli could hear the chirping of birds one moment, and then in the next, they were gone.

Whatever caused them to go so silent wasn’t the thing that made Eli stand up. It was the noise, of something that was most definitely not a bird. He recognized the sound as well. It was something he’d not heard in a while. It sounded close to him, and when he spotted a shadow overhead, of a Phicilae, leaving the area, Eli grabbed his gear.

He wasn’t going hunting; not now, anyways. He needed to see what had happened before anyone else had. Eli could stay here, yes, but also risk bringing attention to his quiet life. This area rarely got Phicilae, but the same had been for other areas 15 years ago. Phicilae move to different areas for food or for shelter when their previous homes become unstable to live in. At least, that’s what the textbooks in school had said.

Eli recalled where he’d heard the noise. It sounded as though something had fell, something quite big. Eli took a metal pole and brought it with him, just in case.
He proceeded to the area of the presumed crash site.

(Gotcha. I was thinking the same, but wanted to confirm)

Her body seemed to have differing opinions on the situation. She needed to shift in order to survive. Apparently severe blood loss wasn't a good enough reason for her form to cooperate with her thoughts. A frustrated noise escaped her lips that was similar to a hiss. Moving her head, she took a look at her side, watching as the green grass beneath her was stained the color of cherries. The only thing she could do was lie still and wait.
Unfortunately, her ears picked up on the bulky sound of footsteps and something pushing aside foliage. Eyes widening a moment, Khadijah attempted to pick herself off the ground and attempt to get somewhere harder to reach. She managed a single step before gravity forced another noise from her throat and her abdomen to the ground. Grumbling, she supposed there was only the option of trying to scare whatever it was that was coming.

Eli soon slowed down as he realized what he was approaching. His fears were confirmed, it seemed a Phicilae had been…injured?
He took a look at his surroundings carefully. The closer he got the more broken things seemed, and Eli glanced up at the sky nervously. He stopped when he was close to the Phicilae, pausing as he could see it through the brush just now. Yes, it seemed to be injured. His thoughts drifted back to the Phicilae leaving the area before, wondering if that was what happened, a fight of some sort.
Eli needed to get a closer look.

He set down the metal pole against a tree as he slowly approached, making his presence visible.