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"Welcome to Senova, home to the largest population of animal hybrids in North America. Known for its melting pot of humans and hybrids alike, as well as its revolutionary technology and architecture, there truly is never a dull moment in this city!

Come visit our tech museums, ride the state-of-the-art bullet trains, or explore the various other tourist spots marked on page three of this pamphlet.

We hope you enjoy your stay!"

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In a world where animal hybrids not only exist but are discriminated against for their so-called "natural instinct", two such hybrids must overcome the challenges that come with being trafficked and forced to fight for the entertainment of others.

Our story takes place in "The Plunge", one of the most organized underground fighting rings in the country. Countless hybrids have been smuggled over the years to fight while the audience places bets; a great form of fun for all involved except, of course, the hybrids.

One of the reigning champions of The Plunge finds himself growing attached to one of the newly captured hybrids and, against his better judgment, takes them under his metaphorical wing. What will come of their friendship when one wants to escape and the other anything but?

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WORLDBUILDING

• Senova is a cyberpunk-ish city with a bright neon aesthetic, towering buildings that block out most of the natural light, and, of course, the trademark steady rain.
• The Plunge is a literally and metaphorically underground establishment. The physical establishment is roughly a mile beneath one of the lesser-known casinos of Senova, once a massive underground bunker converted to accommodate their needs. Primarily as a result of bribes and secrecy, the bunker has faded to nothing but a memory for those not associated with The Plunge.
• Hybrids are essentially shapeshifters with one animal form and a human-esque form. Keep in mind their human form retains animalistic traits dependent upon the hybrid's secondary species. (Such as wings, tails, ears, scales, etc.)
• Society has been making leaps and bounds in speaking against hybrid discrimination, but hate crimes and trafficking still run rampant in the shadows despite the overall low crime rate associated with the human side of the population.
• Subject to additional information as time passes :)

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RULES / GUIDELINES

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s Rules above all.
• Going to reiterate that there is to be no explicit sexual content in this. Allusions to, references to, and non-explicit language surrounding it is allowed only if you feel it is absolutely necessary, and you must provide a warning in the post it's written.
• Strong language is allowed as long as it's in character and fits the context.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

• Strong language, gore, graphic depictions of violence, potential (non-graphic) mentions of nudity, derogatory insults, torture, electric shocks, sadism, etc.
• Please note that the above are likely, but not necessarily concrete. I am more than willing to accommodate around anything that might be a threat to your mental health

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CHARACTER TEMPLATE

NAME:
STAGE NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
PERSONALITY:
APPEARANCE: (feel free to use images)
BACKSTORY: (optional)

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CHARACTERS

NAME: Ethan
STAGE NAME: Spotty
AGE: Twenty-four
GENDER: Male; he/him
PERSONALITY: Projects a sense of carelessness ninety percent of the time. He makes stupid jokes and laughs obnoxiously loud, a characteristic fellow hybrids like to attribute to his genes that he vehemently denies and insists is hurtfully stereotypical. Likes using big words to sound smart and otherwise appears to struggle taking anything seriously. Definitely doesn’t realize his behavior is a coping mechanism.
APPEARANCE:

BACKSTORY: (optional) TBD

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At the time of writing this, I’m picturing more of a sibling kinda vibe, but I’m not against going the romance route if the characters have chemistry.

I don’t really have any guidelines for your character, except I’d prefer it if they were a hybrid of a prey animal. I don’t mean that they can’t be predators, just that the natural predator in question is also hunted by other things in the wild.

Heads up that I will ask for a writing sample first if I haven't rped with you before!

(Alright! I’m fine with most things, but if I see/think of anything that would make me uncomfy I’ll make sure to let you know)
(Also here’s the sample)

Jacobe blinked his eyes open gradually. Slowly at first, squinting against the rain, until he was certain of what he heard. A human voice, he wondered, but pushed the thought aside. The chances were slim that a ship had just happened to pass by him, just a small speck in the ocean. The voice was a ghost, maybe, an angel. And yet…
He heard something else, waves crashing against wood. Followed by a massive black shape in the distance. A silhouette behind the sheet of rain. He felt a flicker of hope in his chest that maybe a ship had come to rescue him. Or that some supernatural force had come to relieve him of his earthly pain. He lifted his head, pushing against the plank to let as much air as he could muster gather into his burning lungs. Such efforts were difficult with a nail lodged in his side. “A-hoy!” Jacobe cried back, voice broken and strained.

(Aaa perfect lolol, and tysm!! I still need to flesh Jacobe out in the rp I’m in with him some more but I love him already. The potential trigger warnings look all good too! The only thing I would have mentioned if you didn’t already is avoiding explicit sexual scenes)

NAME: Ruari “Ari” Boid
STAGE NAME: Rura Dullfur (they Do Not Like it)
AGE: Twenty-three
GENDER: Demiboy (he/they)
PERSONALITY: (They’re not fully fleshed out yet so I’ll just bullet point their general personality.) INXJ (fluxes between thinking and feeling). Prefers organization and careful planning to impulsive leaps of faith. Interested in people but observes social events from afar. Sense of humor practically entirely sarcasm but finds it difficult to recognize it coming from anyone else. In general very polite yet reserved, which often gets misinterpreted as innocence. Panromantic asexual. More details TBD
APPEARANCE:

Being a gray fox hybrid, he’s slightly smaller than most other fox hybrids, standing at 5’3”. Their hair is a culmination of tricolor splotches—ginger, gray, and light brown. Their eyes always have the appearance of dark rings, whether naturally from genetics, or just leftover eyeliner that never truly got washed off, nobody knows. Daily fashion style includes: half buttoned flannels, jeans hiked up to their mid-calf, and prescription glasses.
BACKSTORY: Born amab, felt more connected to different non-binary indentities as he grew up. The rest TBD.

“Mom? I’m sorry. Please, come back? I– I’ll be good, Mom. I–”

The world blurred before the hybrid, overly-saturated colors seeping through his eyelashes. A hand, small and pale, reached beyond the syrupy film for the comfort his mom would surely offer if only he could get the words out; if only he could stretch just a bit further—

The ground beneath him shifted and vanished beneath his feet, leaving him tumbling,

tumbling,

tumbling, into the void.

“Welcome to Tḩ̷̻̬̍͘͝ę̸̞͍͝ Pḽ̸̛̙̭̈́̓̀u̷͓͇̣̓̍̋n̶̨̥̮̹̎̃̃̈́̀̑̾̓g̷͎̮̻̼̣͙̞͇̘̓̈͗̀̀ẽ̸͎̟̱͚̐͒ͅ.”

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“Yo Spotty, did you get even uglier overnight?"

The voice accompanied a nonconsensual hair ruffle that Ethan retaliated with by snapping at the hand, taking immense satisfaction at the other hybrid's startled retreat if his smirk was anything to go by.

"Not cool, dude," the egret hybrid whined, feathers puffed in indignation as he cradled his (uninjured, mind you) hand.

The two were just inside the doorway leading to the common area—a large, circular room with a downward slope to the center. A few tattered pieces of furniture, including mattresses people had dragged out of the bedrooms, were splayed haphazardly across the concrete according to friend groups.

"Can it, Legs. No one wants to hear your squawking this early in the morning," Ethan retorted, crossing his arms pointedly ignoring the mixed looks the other hybrids were giving them.

"Spoken like a truly insecure being," the egret hybrid decreed with a false tone of melancholy, taking a few steps backward and combing through his stark white hair in a manner that just screamed vanity—up until he tripped over another hybrid's tail.

Ethan snorted as actual squawking filled the air, harmonizing with the melodious threats of some kind of cat hybrid. "Idiot," he muttered to himself, the commotion fading into background noise as his eyes flickered to the gate. He hummed in thought, dodging around the wrestling pair and a few other hybrids trying to back away and moving to rest his hands on the back of a currently occupied chair.

"Have they announced the next matches yet?" he asked the raccoon sitting there, looming over her shoulder. She turned to give him a critical look, holding it for several uncomfortable moments, before shrugging.

"Not yet," she answered, tapping a finger against the chipped wooden armrest. "They did say something about a newbie arriving tonight, though," she added as an afterthought.

Ethan's expression twisted into something unpleasant. "Already?"

"That's what they said," the raccoon—Macy, perhaps?—repeated rather coldly. Somehow, it sounded like an accusation.

His hands slipped off the back of the chair and he left with a scoff, kicking a stay pillow across the room and ignoring the complaint that followed. A quick survey around the common room told him Legs and the cat hybrid were done fighting, meaning there was no reason for him to stick around.

He glanced at the gate one last time, then set off to his quarters.

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Later that night, with the diurnal hybrids asleep and the other nocturnals hiding away elsewhere, Ethan snuck back out to the common room.

Sighing to himself, he set about dragging the few remaining mattresses into the center of the dip, every so often pausing to look at the gate and take into account the angle. When he was done he plopped down to sit and wait things out.

Less than an hour later and already bored out of his mind, the hyena's ears perked up to the sound of metal clinking. He remained in his spot, lying flat on his back and staring at the arching ceiling as a few muffled grunts echoed across the room. Then, just as he thought, the small figure of another hybrid came half-tumbling, half-rolling down the slope, landing right beside him.

Why am I here again? he wondered to himself, just in time to meet two startled, different colored eyes.

He hesitated, collecting his thoughts. In the end, however, the words slipped out unbidden, ringing with finality as the gate shut with a clang.

"Welcome to The Plunge. I'm Ethan."

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E𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛

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Ari just wanted some coffee. Specifically a cold brew with a splash of milk and pump of sweetener, and they couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially because there was very little hope of actually receiving their order now. Having been kidnapped, and thus unable to claim his cup, the shop would most likely give away the abandoned caffeinated goodness to some other sleep-deprived deadbeat. Terrible customer service, honestly.

Ari whimpered defeatedly at the thought, though they had really meant for it to be a more menacing growl. A bad idea either way, he soon learned, when the human who sat beside him in the backseat of a moving car elbowed him in the ribs. A warning. Ari whimpered again, and attempted to speak around the gag. That wasn’t a good idea either.

Later, the car stopped with a gentle lurch. Ari’s ears pricked up at the motion, piecing together clues of the things around them in the absence of sight. Doors opening. People speaking in hushed code. A hand wrapping around his arm to drag him out. Another door opening—metal, this time—and suddenly he was inside…someplace. The blindfold came off first, and then the gag. One hand pressed against the flat of their back. Shoved. And sent them forwards into darkness.

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P𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

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Ari’s ears were practically flat against his head for the first seconds after he landed. Nails digging into the mattress, noticing the presence beside him, his breath hitched up to a strangled yelp and he scrambled back. All the way the way towards the far edge of the mattress, half-tripping off of it and onto the ground. The bed being only a few inches high the fall didn’t hurt much. But given their current circumstances anything and everything had equal opportunity to rattle them.

They froze. Staring wide-eyed at the hyena a few paces in front of him now. “Who are—you…are Ethan…” they managed through ragged breaths. They looked Ethan up and down, though the fear never once dwindled behind his thinly veiled expression. Perhaps from the context, perhaps from the fact that Ethan was a hyena hybrid. Probably the two combined. “Stay away from me,” he spat. While in his more human body, every animal part of him—most notably the soft fur on his ears and tail—bristled.