forum One with the Animals // Closed // 5/5

Started October 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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Name: Luce (Lucian) (he abandoned his last name but its really Kane)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay (very)
Pet: Ferret
Shipping or nah?: Of course!
Appearance (Links welcomed): Extremely messy dark brown hair with green eyes. He has three earrings in each ear and a tattoo on his wrist that he keeps covered. Always looks tired. Has scars on his neck and back that he refuses to explain.
Personality: Very strange and practically always happy but in a high/drunk sorta way. He never does what he's told and is sarcastic more often than not. Is camp, but not overly so. Acts like he doesn't give a damn what people think but is actually really self-conscious. Steals stuff when he can.
Everyday clothes: What ever he can find. Which usually includes a full length jacket.
Abilities:
A ferrets vision: All senses increased except sight. Can tell the gender, age and mood of someone from pretty far away.
Fleet foot: Extreme agility. Able to squeeze into impossibly tight places, jump very high, General extreme agilitiness like climbing and speed.
Age-old memory: Has an amazing memory and can memorise huge strings of numbers after one or two reads.
Creatures curiosity: Sped up thinking leads to better logical skills. Can figure out more puzzles in ten minutes than an average man can in two hours.
Predatory instincts: Will bite you. Fight or flight always on fight.
Rewired: Can heal any brain injury in seconds, will rewire the whole brain if need be. Also means he 'sobers up' much more quickly than normal.
Likes: His ferret, doing his own thing
Dislikes: Rules, staying still, the heat (he freaks out when it's too hot (thanks to ferret)), children
Other: He is terrified of being confined with no exits. Another thing that came with being part ferret is dead sleep, a sleep that he can't be woken up from unless he is ready. He also sleeps a lot, anywhere, anytime but is still always tired.

Name: Lorelei (Lori) Carter
Age: 23
Gender: female
Sexuality: biromantic Demisexual
Pet: snake
Shipping or nah?: sure!
Appearance (Links welcomed): Long black hair, Emerald green eyes, slender willowy build, 5’9”, She has a
Personality: She is can be a bit sharp tongued and cold but despite usually being quiet and a little intense, Lori is actually a sweet girl who is very loyal and protective of her _few friends. She’s not easily scared
Everyday clothing: She’s really just a skinny jeans and crop top t-shirt kinda girl, occasionally she’ll wear a leather jacket or a jeans jacket.
Abilities: Crushing embrace; just like a boa’s grip if she doesn’t let go of you… get used to it or pass out.
Hidden Fangs; It’s not a bite ability, it’s more of a you don’t know you’re her target until you’re attacked.
Serpent’s Silver tongue; able to conjure a very convincing lie and make people believe it.
Snake Dance; increased agility making it easy to dodge attacks and being grabbed… _{it is still possible to hit/grab her though.}
Likes: warm drinks,
Dislikes: the cold, spiders,
Other:

The wind. Nothing but the wind. As Eden's eyes flickered open, she knew something wasn't quite right. The ground beneath her wasn't as soft as the bed she had fallen asleep on, and the view above her wasn't as swirly as her ceiling. Stairs. The bumps in her body told her she was lying down on stairs, and they weren't comfortable by any means. Slowly, she pushed herself up, find it hard to breath at first. As her sight adjusted to her new surroundings, the fear kicked in. Desolation, in the form of sandstone mounds, was all she could see. The mounds had holes cut out of them, as if they were doors or windows, yet they seemed to serve no purpose for the silence other than to allow the wind to make horrific moans. Surely she was dreaming! No plants, no people, no life. Ara! she thought, her eyes widening as she glanced around for her tarantula. No… A sudden bright light caused her to wince, and as she shielded her eyes with her arm, she realised a cold sunrise was approaching. I can't be alone here.. Even if this is a dream, there has to be others. Rising from the stairs, brushing off the dregs of gravel and dust from her jeans, she cleared her throat and croaked out a shout. "Hello?! Anyone there?!"

(Is this good enough?)

Aha, Lori! Yes, I remember Lori.

(Is this good enough?)

Aha, Lori! Yes, I remember Lori.

(From where? I don't think I've used her in an RP before…)

(Is this good enough?)

Aha, Lori! Yes, I remember Lori.

(From where? I don't think I've used her in an RP before…)

Oh sorry, I mistook you for another person! Aaah I'm super sorry, there's just another character that's named Lori in another rp I'm in and that was a bit confusing. Suuuuper sorry again. Ack.

(And Oh how did I not see that starter?? I'll get a reply up in a bit)

The wind. Nothing but the wind. As Eden's eyes flickered open, she knew something wasn't quite right. The ground beneath her wasn't as soft as the bed she had fallen asleep on, and the view above her wasn't as swirly as her ceiling. Stairs. The bumps in her body told her she was lying down on stairs, and they weren't comfortable by any means. Slowly, she pushed herself up, find it hard to breath at first. As her sight adjusted to her new surroundings, the fear kicked in. Desolation, in the form of sandstone mounds, was all she could see. The mounds had holes cut out of them, as if they were doors or windows, yet they seemed to serve no purpose for the silence other than to allow the wind to make horrific moans. Surely she was dreaming! No plants, no people, no life. Ara! she thought, her eyes widening as she glanced around for her tarantula. No… A sudden bright light caused her to wince, and as she shielded her eyes with her arm, she realised a cold sunrise was approaching. I can't be alone here.. Even if this is a dream, there has to be others. Rising from the stairs, brushing off the dregs of gravel and dust from her jeans, she cleared her throat and croaked out a shout. "Hello?! Anyone there?!"

Laura's eyes slowly flickered open. "Urgh…" she moaned as her muscles complained, and the sunlight shone brightly into her eyes. The wind gently blew specks of dust into her eyes, and she raised a hand to rub her eyes. What was going on? Ugh, she was so sore, what happened? The last thing she remembered was blindly stumbling into her bed, and hearing the soft purr of her cat, Izzy. Izzy! "Izzy?" she whispered. "Where are you?" No response. Pushing herself into a sitting position, ignoring the pain that simple action caused her and shielded her eyes, as she tried to look around. Okay, a desert-like area. With… no life she could see in sight. Noticing that there was no water, she suddenly realized her own thirst. Maybe… there was shelter somewhere. Using a nearby rock to lift herself up, she stumbled around aimlessly for a few steps before stopping short. She lifted up her head and her ears perked up. "*Hello?! Anyone there?!" she heard faintly. Taking a deep breath, she shouted back, "I-I'm here!" though it caused her throat to dry out a little more, not that it wasn't dry already.

A voice passed Eden's good ear on the next breeze that passed her. A voice? Feminine, thirsty. "Where is here?" she responded.
Her legs were weak as she tried to move, her joints clicking as if they hadn't moved for a good few hours. It might have been hours since she arrived there, who knew? Days, possibly weeks could have passed, and she would have been none the wiser. Shaking out her hair she started to explore her surroundings. The air was a little murky, too hot to breathe properly. No clouds.. Why were there no clouds? Eden approached one of the sandstone mounds, poking her head through one of the makeshift windows. Nothing. She didn't know what she was expecting honestly, life? All that sat inside the mound, was something resembling a chair, a bed, and a table. No self respecting person would use those as household items! A few of the other mounds had a similar interior, nothing exciting really. Nothing that could be taken for her own use anyway. Perhaps it was better to try and find the person. It was a person who had spoken, right?

"Keep talking, I'll try to find you!" Laura called back. God, this wind was so annoying. Heading blindly in the direction of the voice, she pushed aside her worries and started the trek across the… what should she call this desolate landscape? Desert? But what if it wasn't a desert? What then?