Freedom of Choice [Sign-Ups]

[dragonpaw]

Why hello, residents of YC. I am Pawy, and I am here to tell you great news! You see, I hath decided to start a role play. Yes, me.

So anyway, this will be a rather ‘advanced’ role play, here. There will be advanced screening, and I will probably end up turning down quite a few people, maybe even kick a few people out during the actual role play. Try not to be offended.

That said, this is going to be, purely, a role play dealing with Yoshies or similar creatures from the Mario world, yet will not be set in the Mario world (more of a modern world with many medieval references with a ban on too many future references) – but fantasy creatures will be accepted to a degree. Just so that they don’t drastically overpower everything. I’ll make some sort of fantasy role play later. Maybe in two years from now.

The plot of this role play is pretty open. I’m hoping that the backstories of the characters or the participants themselves will all help make an epic, amazingly awesome plot to rival the Odyssey.

All righty, then! Onto the sign-up sheet you should probably use:

Name: I’m not sure how well things would work out if your character had no name.
Age: Hopefully not over five hundred. Or even near five hundred.
Gender: Let’s hope your character wasn’t castrated.
Description: Let’s face it – characters that have ten different forms went out of style the day role playing was created.
Personality: Now, now, characters that have no solid thinking patterns are not good for business, you know.
History: Your character did not come into existence yesterday. … This field is optional, though.
Role Play Sample: Absolutely required. This will be a rather large factor as to whether or not you are accepted. The concept is simple: post a sample of your typical (or the role playing style you’ll consistently use here) role playing.

I would prefer it if people used no more than three separate characters at max. I'll also post my character a bit later.

[Yoshiko]

Name: Lancelot Keith O’Rien
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Description: To be disclosed throughout posts.
Personality: Lancelot can be cold, but also forgiving. He’ll help a friend if they’re in need, so he could be described as friendly, but it would almost be contradictory to how he is most of the time. He doesn’t speak much unless it’s necessary, and will definitely be there if his friends need him. All in all, Lance can be described as reliable.
History: Lance speak nothing of his past to people he knows not, and for one reason: his twin. To be divulged throughout roleplay.
Role Play Sample: My specialty. =D
The wind blew relentlessly. Trees were bending and cracking, and popping all round. The birds could not fly, for fear of being dragged off in the violently speeding windstorm. Animals retreated to their dens, underground, and in hollow trees alike, hoping to find shelter from the horrid gusts of now putrid smelling air. And the people of Dramoor retreated to their homes for safety.
Lightning flashed, splitting the sky in numerous areas, forking off in thundering blasts of electricity. But, no matter, seeing that the people had retreated to their homes. One stood out in the powerful blasts of noxious air, walking on still.
It appeared to be a man, wrapped up tight in a black, raggedy, old cloak, which billowed all around him with every new gust of wind. Little was visible of him, and what was, seemed to look as though it were in pain. Crimson red hair covered half of his face, and one deep, azure blue eye was visible. On his feet were old, worn in brown, low-cut boots, and on his hands, two thin, black half-gloves, white diamonds in their centers', his fingers white at the knuckles where they were grasping the cloak to keep from flying away.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the winds stopped, and the man followed suit. Before him stood a castle, the castle he'd been journeying so long for. This was it.
He was home.
Guards greeted him at the front of the castle, and they immediately took notice of whom he was. They lifted their spears to allow him through. Through the corridor he walked, up one flight of stairs, then another. He walked down one more hall, and through a large, heavy oak pair of wooden doors. There, at the back of the room sat an empty throne, what should have rightfully been his.
Yes, should have been rightfully his. But, his twin brother had to show up at the moment he was about to take the golden throne.
And, as he approached his throne, another man, looking identical to the other, appeared.
“Lance, it's been too long.” The one at the throne said to the cloaked walker. His voice was soft, kind, and seemed to be toying with Lance.
“Too short, if you ask me, Azreal. Give me the crown. The throne is rightfully mine.” His voice was cold, un-toying, much unlike Azreal's had been.
“You'll have to take it from me, older brother. You know, I always wanted to rule. Shouldn't you be generous and let me take control? I could whip this place into such a wonderful kingdom!” Azreal smiled, holding a small crown in his right hand, and rapier appearing in the other. Static flew around it, coursing through the blade and air. “And you always wanted this, too, didn't you?” He held up the rapier, and smiled at it. “Erstatz, the Thundering Rapier. Such… Power!”
Flames sparkled around Lance, and another sword appeared in his left hand, although it was much different than the rapier, and gave off an intense heat, and fire to boot. “I never wanted Erstatz. Esperanza was enough for me.” And, without warning, Lance was gone, behind Azreal, holding the hot blade to his neck. “Give me the crown. Now.”
Azreal wouldn't stand for that. He twirled Erstatz in his hand, and allowed himself to bring it back, thrust the blade towards his twin.
But Lance was too quick, and Azreal, far too slow. There Lance was again, the blade against Azreal's neck, but this time, it had been cut.
The blood leaked out quickly, and Lance bent down to pick up the small crown. He placed it upon his head, where it rested comfortably, and the emeralds, rubies, and other valuable gemstones gleamed in place with the gold of the crown.
And finally, he took his seat upon the throne. It was over, but so easily?
Esperanza, The Flaming Blade lay on his left, and Erstatz the Thundering Blade, lay on his right. It appeared so easily to be over.
But then a maniacal, strange laughter pierced the still air. Lance looked around the entire room quickly, but saw no one. Standing, he began walking around the entire area, and it wasn't until he opened the door, and saw no one, was he pleased. Closing the doors, and turning back to face the throne, his eyes were met by his twin brother, in one hand, Erstatz, in the other, Narm, the Devil Axe.
The Axe cut across Lance like a hot knife through butter, and Erstatz met the poor boy's heart.
He fell to the floor, where he lay, until Narm met his body once more, and cleaved him in half, devouring his soul.

Would this be acceptable, Pawy?

[Enrique]

Name: Enrique Rzlowieszczyk (Last name not really going to be a major factor.)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: A light blue Yoshi with green eyes, a white shirt, green shoes, and a black and white hat.
Personality: A calm Yoshi who doesn't like to fight, but would rather set up the tactics of the fight for the others in his team.
History: Enrique spent most of his life developing his knowledge; thus, he never had the time to train for physical fighting.

Sample:

It was past midnight; Enrique was roaming around the city streets. A small cloud of fog started to develop along a small alley in which he was travelling. Suddenly, he heard something; it sounded like barking. The sound seemed to get louder and louder by the minute. With each time a bark was heard, it sounded angrier and angrier. Enrique turned around, only to see a small pack of dogs charge at him. At first, he was terrified; he jumped about six inches off the ground in fright, his hat almost jumping off his head. All he could do was run. He ran and ran; the dogs seemed to get closer with every step. He came to a dead end. All he could see were the dogs coming closer and closer. He saw a dumpster nearby, and jumped on it. He started climbing the nearby building, by the open cracks in the bricks. He hoped not to slip, for if he did, it would be the end of him. With every motion he made with his arms as he climbed, his arms became more and more tired. Finally, he reached the top of the building; yet, he had no idea how he made it.

[Leoshi]

Count me in:

Name: Leoshi
Age: 15
Gender: male
Description: A blue Yoshi, with a gray Tee-shirt, glasses, gown hair, a watch, and a spell book (I decided to change my appearance a little)
Personality: Shy and timid, a bit sad sometimes, but true to his word and noble. Keep to himself a lot
History: A hidden past, riddled with painful and sad events that he keeps locked within himself. As of a year ago, he discovered a spell book and went on a long quest to discover it's true power. He never stays in place for too long, because his adventure never comes to an end.
RP Sample:

Lighting crashed in the skies overhead. Rain beat on the ground below, as thunder roared in the air like a savage beast. The winds howled, like a creature that was pushing smaller, more insignificant things away.

And to think that Leo was out in the midst of all this. But why would one be standing outside in this horrid storm, instead of running into nearby shops that lines the streets of the city? Why did he choose to remain outside, letting the ran cause his hair to droop down to his sholders...

The answer would remain a mystery. Using a tree as a natural umbrella, he shook his head, then reached into his backpack and revealed the old book.

Leo let out a sigh. It had been nearly a year that this book was first given to him... and yet he never understood the purpose. It seemed like, just like his riddled past, that it would forever remain a mystery. like... it was destined to remain so until the end of time.

He opened up the pages of the book and look at the illegible, ancient words that riddled the page of the book. pages after page, hundreds of pages... all of mystery and power...

"I'll discover the power of this book... someday."

Leoshi closed his book and sighed. Placing it back into the confines of his backpack, he walked back into the storm, venturing ahead into the rain and winds... leaving the past behind him and adventure ahead.

I hope this will suffice

[Midnight]

Name: Midnight
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Description: A black yoshi in a rather short black dress,with black demon wings and silver hair.Midnight also had a grey underbelly,which doesn't mean much,seeing as she wears clothes. xD
Personality: An evil creature with a taste for propaganda and weaselling information out of 'The Good Guys.'
History: Cloned from a mixture of coal,acid,and yoshi DNA,Midnight is a creature that was once in possession of artificial intelligence,but took over as her brain developed.Extraordinarily gifted for her age,Midnight swore her allegiance to evil,and became the information theif,due to her mysterious cunning and sly personality.She had always been a fast,fork-tongued yoshi.
Role Play Sample: Gliding across the hallway was a sleek,ebony-colored figure,tall white boots producing a clicking sound as the high-heels hit the floor.The creature was wearing a black body suit that turned into a skirt at mid-thigh length.Two brown belts were wrapped around her chest and connected at her back,forming an 'x'.Silver hair stopped at her shoulders,along with black bat wings on her back.

"The boy is here...I can feel it..."

The yoshi's mouth,when opened,revealed fangs and a forked tongue.She had definetly come to cause trouble.

[Johnyoshi]

Ok, I hope I can do the sample good....I suck at samples

Name: Former Commander Juan
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Description: A black yoshi with a huge scar on his right eye, he wears his old military suit and always bring a CZ-100 (a pistol); he is able to temporary increase his reflexes to get a better aim with his gun
Personality: He's a proud leader, so he like to be in command of any project, he is very aggressive and extremely serious
History: Juan went most of his time doing paperwork since there was never any big wars, but he was still angry when a 14 year old kid toke his job.

Sample RP: Juan look at all his paperwork on his table, he had on after that battle against those robots, He toke a deep breath and started writing, It didn't seem so much but a few hours later, General Mike came in, Juan stand up and said "General Mike? what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to inform you of your retirement"He said with a grin in his face.


"retirement? but I'm not even 40 yet."Juan said.

"Well you of lost your edge, were brining a new recruit" he said.

"A RECRUIT! what can he do!?"Juan cried.

"He has been good on all mission, he the perfect solider/commander, so get your stuff"He said as he pointed at Juan's radio.

Juan grab my CZ and aim it at him with a huge grin, it look even insane, Mike didn't have a face so to say he immediately grab my gun and use his sword to slash Juan's Eyelid. there was a huge cried of pain.

"Now move! before I kill you"....

Edit: I fix my description a little bit and history, plus I change my sample rp.

[Teo]

Alrighty, let's take a crack at this new, Odyssey superior RP...

Name: Theodore, but you'll be calling me Teo.
Age: Early fourteenth
Gender: Boy/Guy/Male
Description: Light blue yoshi with the ability to become either a human or dragon. You take away my dragon, you're taking away me
Personality: You'll find out during the RP.
History: I'd prefer to keep that undisclosed...

Role Play Sample would be easier with a straight plot but...:

It was a nice day... as usual for this time of year. I woke up from my slumber, but as a reflex, I always sat still a minute. Wait, where did I fall asleep again? I wasn't a very 'civilized' yoshi if you define civilized as living with electricity and running water. And as for being 'uncivilized' I would always fall asleep in a different spot. I cautiously looked around and squinted when my eyes met the direct light of the sun. I lifted a hand to block the sun and looked around... I was in a meadow. Thank god I didn't decide a tree again...

Slowly and lazily, I got up and paced around to warm up my sleepy legs. The warm sun and fresh air helped and I decided to take a walk. There was a nearby stream, and I was in the mood for a dip, so I proceeded to the nearby woods.

As I got to the stream, there was a man on one side of the river... human and in his fourties... with an odd item in his hand. He pointed it at a tree and took out a note book. He's measuring distances... he's a construction worker! Well, over the next few days, I'll be busy... I slowly chuckled to myself as I grabbed a pine cone and aimed carefully...

(I'll leave you hanging right there ;D)

[Moot]

Name: "British" (More of an alias than anything.)

Age: its a secret

Gender: Male

Description: Avert your gaze to this post.

Personality: British is pretty much a mystery. Keeps himself to himself, except for a small select group of acquiantances. Tends to be a little anti-social, and apathetic, but can and will stand up for the 'right thing' (notice this is in quotes.) Believes actions speak louder than words, and isn't known for backing down or taking crap from people. Also as stubborn as a mule. Doesn't exactly do a lot of talking, so most people he meets tend to regard him with an air of suspicion, which isn't helped by his own suspicion of people he hasn't met before.

History: Keeps it to himself. (I tried to come up with a better history, honest D:)

Role Play Sample:A selection, Non-action, Action, and Epic page long posts

Other: No Powers or anything to speak of, just your run of the mill guy with a taste for firepower. More agile than most, relies on speed mostly to get the upper hand. Tends to wear a di-tanium blend armour vest which stands up to most anything. Nanomachines will eventually repair damage to it, working from the Recharging Power cell (which also takes care of refilling the ammo for his weapon, check the appearances topic for details on that). Is also sexy. Mercenary for Hire, most of the time.

[contention]

Name: Contention Ardor Physe (Contention)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Description: With lightly sparkled scales, Contention's body is drenched in odd shade of yellow; a certain color that one could easily remark as the rays in the sun. However, they do not have the same orange tint hidden inside of them. Their pure outright color can be blinding at times, but when provoked the hue can be known to change off and on. Yet, Contention will not fully delude the shade of his being; only cask it in a darker pigment fitting with the up stirred mood. On the top of his head and down to the edge of his shoulder blades lie separate pairs of fronds. These fronds are mere extensions off of the body. Their structure is thin and somewhat similar to that of a leaf. They lie transparent to the rest of the skin, excreting from time to time layers of oil to keep the reptilian exterior at a cool temperature.

Contention's scales are laid within a mosaic pattern, each within that of a different shape. Like a set of tiles they are strung together from top to bottom. If one was to rub from toe to neck their hands would scratch at the surface. Opposing such though, a rub in a direction from head to tail gives the texture of a smooth underside. Extending down as an appendage off of the spine follows the curve of a twisted tail. Due to bones inside of the waist and hip, the tail is known to support heavy weight like burdens. It's mass alone is near that of the occupants body as well as its length. On the bottom portion of the tail one can notice a difference in the toughness of the skin. Contrasting from the rest of the body, this portion is soft and durable. It can easily be punctured with enough force, and as an addition it is accounted for Contention's primitive Counter-Shading.

Taking note of Contention's facial features, one could manage to say that the animated structure resembles that of a prehistoric raptor. Like many amphibian-based creatures, his head extends from the top of long and angled neck. From there the skull connects to the nerve cord, causing the head to be rounded in the back. Of course, this is a normal feature of any un-primitive evolved species, so an explanation is not necessary. As the skull curves round, it eventually connects to the olfactory sacs; these of which establish the snout and muzzle. The nostrils of the snout lie anterior to the muzzle, thus both portions are connected on the interior side of the creature by a hard and soft palate. Extruding from the sides of the muzzle are two pairs of black lips. These lips are known to withhold that of a sticky texture, likely due saliva glands within the interior portion of the mouth. Under the base of the lips are that of the gums; these give way to the separate portions of teeth. Each tooth inside of the muzzle is covered in that of thick enamel, giving them a quick simple glimmer as any smile is formed.

Contention's final features are that of simple accessories accounted for around his frame. When looking at Contention, it is hard to avoid the glare given from the deepness and solitude expressed in the curves and lines of the eye. His pupil is that of a deep red, which is simply canceled out by lighter rings of a blood like luminescence. The same background can be found in tattoo like markings across his body. Each marking stands for a different meaning and can be found on his neck, chest, and stomach.


Personality: The factors of the conscience and sub conscience of this character are highly divulged and riddled throughout his history. His usual take on matters can be that of a harsh liberator. Somewhere in the beaten ridges of Contention’s thoughts lies the need of approval, a sense of an ego in the mass of utter delusion. Throughout these cringing factors one could find the scent of broken faith, somehow or another created from the consuming flames of belief. Over time, Contention’s views of the world have grown and matured. His average longing of life from youth is reluctantly replaced by a cringing desire to traverse the barren fields of death. At times, he can come to question his own sanity; feeling controlled by a lust beyond his very eyes. Deep in that loop-hole his heart beats for a savoring gesture of love. Yet, all seem to turn at his very up rise; those teeth constantly turning up into a perverse grin.

If one should be able to dream, Contention would not play along the lines of mortal justice. Dreams seem to be a thing of the past; he can only comprehend the real and the natural. Those plays of illusion have since long passed into an infernal cavern, constantly burying deeper and deeper into his mind. The opening seems long lost, blocked somehow by the crags that he has dropped; those crags erupted from the very sight of his abandonment. In lush quantity, his soul gallops on light strings, down the path where all shines blind. Where there is mystery, Contention shall search for an answer; even in the confines of his very cell. Yet, unlike others, he does not long for the simple notch of a key. Basking in his very subdued space seems proper, like a punishment deserved from the past. For reasons unknown, Contention can not escape the pull of what was once done. He lets it bite at his heels, constantly tearing at the muscle. His hands could swipe at the pain, yet something seems to whisper in his ear, telling him that resistance is futile.

If the dead could speak, then their lips are in sight of Contention’s eyes. His body cringes, constantly shifting away from the fear. Yet, in that structure he does not hand out the natural bask of emotions; his fist constantly clutches onto that dripping rag. As tattered as things may become, his mind deludes from the positive manner of society. He searches for another path, one not marked by many feet. Originality is something so rare, and something which much be obtained by self-approval. When the going turns rancid, Contention drives himself into the hands of a cradle. The cradle on which he comforted as a youth, remembering the slight touch of the morning. The dew that never reached the ground, the flavor of the brisk air that never arrived. All he can do is imagine, imagine within the walls of a mind driven by the fall.

History: Where stories play, Contention’s tale is one on the very rim of order and self-influence. Constantly torn between two sides, like all mortals, Contention’s livelihood was masked by the want to become something. Born into a noble family, his child-hood years were stable, sewn to the obvious manner of reality. Where there were hardships, Contention did not travel, for he was pampered gently in the hands of Clergy. It was a natural matter in his society for one to be taken from their family, merely in the end to be raised on the moral values justified by the lips of elders. However, Contention was somewhat misplaced from the normal stature of his species. Established in the likely-hood of a Kig-Yar, his body was disfigured from the straight set of his peers. Unlike others, his bones seemed to double that of the average length. In the back, a tail seemed to protrude, and such was an oddity for any others of his kind. In fact, his self in whole was different from anything any of the elders had ever laid their eyes upon. They were interested in his very manner, even enough to drag him away from the family he once loved.

Their intentions were never quite shown; they seemed to be shaded behind their crooked expressions. Somehow, they buried all acts of their illusions into a melting drawer; from which no hand or lip could ever reap. As time grew, they held Contention in their grasp, constantly molding his every feature to their liking. His mind became scolded in every aspect of law; his very sense of emotion had long been disregarded. It was during this time that any actions hidden had slowly come to surface. All things began to make sense, the true intentions of what had long been sought feel into play. By order of the Clergy, Contention was ordered to help lead an overthrow in the base of the government. Strange enough, he would have to turn the cheek to those he once loved. His family had long grown their roots into nobility; their very existence depended upon the well being of the society around them.

Contention was not one to wait though, without thinking he single-handedly destroyed any signs of his past. Ridding of everyone whom he had ever cared for, his heart despised each feature of their faces. With his goal at hand, Contention was turned round once more, straight into the palms of those whom had stolen him from the womb. Their teeth grinned; their faces squinted at what he had become. They had moved all along, playing him as a piece to lead them higher into power. However, leaving behind what they had established was something they could not risk. With deaf ears, they did not listen to a word the Kig-Yar would plea; his prayers went unanswered, punishment for the crimes he had long committed. At last they tumbled his dreams aside, sending what was left of the creature into an exile. While they did not yearn to leave him any scoundrels of necessities, something inside them gave them a since of leniency. Strangely enough, they allowed Contention not to be executed but simply banished to an off system out of Covenant control.

It was here that Contention would start to plan means of revenge; his once burrowed heart had become brim-full with the sin of desire. Every flashing thought in his conscience returned to those that had betrayed him, sending him into his very own endless-pit. Sadly, or so it seemed, Contention’s desires to return to the home he was expelled so harshly from would never be granted. The ones that had crushed him under their weight still played in the winnings, forever to stain those greedy fingers on the seals of denial. It would be this punishment, the knowledge of the darkness that would keep Contention alive. His hands could not reach it; he was forever too weak to take on those that had taken all away from him. Truly, the only option left at his hand was to wait and ponder; slowly driving himself to a death. Death it seemed would be the only escape from his misery. The loss of love, the burden buried in his emotions, and the weight carried upon his shoulders would all dissolve in the soot of the ground.

Role Play Sample:

With a blinding glare, the sun shone with a fury unexplainable by any mortal lips; its rays seemed to dance upon the horizon, constantly tapping it with a question never to be answered. It slowly seemed to fall, as if the strings holding it above had snapped; every second that appeared merely seemed to sign the token of the beast’s death. Behind it ran, or so it seemed, a thief cringing on the delusion of absolute rule. The tyrant had left the throne, slinking unto His bed of wilted posies; its child followed hereafter, with eyes shining of a dim innocence. Yet any could see the intentions of the rascal, bringing his regions of followers alongside. Their eyes deemed them unruly, constantly flashing to and fro in a series of disgust.

A queer blanket subdued them, woven in the seam of time; nothing could remove it. With bliss it seemed to kiss the dancing demons; tying them in its web. Round and round they went, like an eternal top that never ended; a child’s delusion which littered the skies of reality. Without expression, the world’s beastly eyes would gaze above, sighing silently in the warmth of the quilt. All seemed well, all seemed to follow; yet what was there could not always be described, such threatened the solemn winds. Their fingers glided left and right, as if it was they who knitted the stitch of faith. Yet any could see behind their fabled faces that twisted grin and untwirled curl. Wild, like the pigmies, yet trampled in size; their feet were placed on which they wished.

T’was there that sat the drooping pendulum; marked in despair, its face glazed at the reminiscence of the essence looming. Its lips traversed, or so it seemed, downwards into a snarl; biting in a curled fashion at their edges. A bright gloom appeared beneath them, a dense white bleeding through the threads of crimson. With what appeared as worry, its eyes tarried about; the stains beneath them seemed to derive from the thought at hand. Something troubled it, for its hands twiddled about as well; fingers constantly locked in a crossing fashion. At last, its mouth seemed to part, the tendons of soft flesh slowly rising. Briskly, a soft breeze emitted from the throat, warm at the first touch yet robed in the scent of past meals.

At once, the creature quickly turned his palms around; their backs facing the barren ground beneath him. As he laid them down, his claws buried into a thick placement of curds; breaking them about, the soft crunch seemed to follow under his nails. With hesitation, the creature turned his head about; as if he was longing for company, yet at the same time fearing the approach of something most rancid.

In a whisper of a breath, seemless words began to emancipate; there image drawn out at the whim of the creator, "Oh you would leave me; cast me aside now would you? Here, alone, I can't always be alone you know," At this, the creature seemed to flare his snout downwards, snorting in some sort of disagreement as a soft giggle elicted from the chords rubbing down in his gullet, "Don't die, you fail me if you choose to do so! Woe, haunt me I plea! Just don't leave me here to abide in these cries."

[Lord of the Dance]

Name: She has never told anyone her name, and insists on being called "Yoshee".

Age: 13 and nearly a half

Gender: I'M A GIRL. >_>

Description: Her facial expression normally depends on who she's talking to. She is a dark-colored green Yoshi with blue eyes and very yellow-orange spikes, that make her stand out somewhat in a small crowd. She has inquisitive blue eyes and orange shoes, with blue socks. Yoshee sometimes carries either a backpack or Tennis case with her, and wears a blue shirt. She is never sighted without her light blue Tennis racquet in tow, along with her ghostly Chao.

Personality: Yoshee is constantly changing her outlook on life, as she is starting to "grow up". She is normally a happy-go-lucky, somewhat eccentric Yoshi, but her temper flares up as fast as she can swing her Tennis racquet. She has trouble forgetting things she has forgiven, and can hold a grudge longer than an elephant. She will spare the one she is mad at, even if he did something unforgiveable. She just can't bring herself to hurt someone after hearing their pleas for help or mercy.

History: Yoshee lived like a royal in her old hometown, which was destroyed nearly three years ago. She was fat, out of shape, and incredibly uninformed of the world around her. She wound up finding a mysterious key, which gave her back her reason to live. She befriended a Chao that she called "Champ", and toted him around with her always. He ended up dying to save her from a serial killer, and she ran from everything. Soon enough, she discovered Champ... serving his own killer! Somehow, he realized who she was and they defeated the killer. They had to look for a place to live, so they settled down at a place called Yoshi's Corner. She continues to live there today.


Name: Champ Chao

Age: 5 (since he is dead, he never ages)

Gender: Male

Description: He was born a normal Chao, but soon began to deviate from the normal growth with his friends. Two became Dark-types, others Hero-types, and one stayed on the Neutral path with him. He is a green Chao with yellow markings and a fluffy yellow stomach, and a blue stripe that spans across his forehead and down the back of his head. He lacks the normal feet and wings, and has an erect, lightning-shaped tail. He has cheetah ears and claws, and large purple bangs. He has blue eyes, and sharp teeth. He is cold to the touch, and slightly transparent.

Personality: He is an incredibly playful Chao, almost to an extreme level. He'd never purposely hurt someone, but is ruthless when someone is trying to harm Yoshee. There is something sad about him, but it is covered up in a sheet of laughs and curiosity. Almost nobody knows what to think of him. He shares a mental link with Yoshee, and he sometimes makes comments to her when he doesn't want others to hear. He can become completely invisible, and has become quite the escape artist. He wears a mysterious, incredibly shiny gold medal that Yoshee gave him that covers up a scar in which he absolutely refuses to talk about.

History: His story starts when he hatches from an egg to find a small green dinosaur before him. He finds that her name is Yoshee; and all his adventures begin. They quickly grow to be such friends that they are inseperable; like peanut butter and jelly. The rest of his history resides with Yoshee, and he prefers not to talk about the past.

Role Play Sample:

I laughed, eyes twinkling, as Champ counted his last numbers. I quickly made sure he wasn't reading my thoughts, and ducked between the tree's branches. I was on one of the lower branches, spying down on my puzzled Chao. He probed at my mind, but I pushed him back, thinking No cheating, Champ!

Awww... He replied, and retreated. He looked around himself, wondering where my laughter was coming from. He eventually peered up into the branches of the trees a few yards away. I hunched over and tried to make myself one with the leaves before he decided to try here.

"You're barking up the wrong tree!" I called, then climbed a little higher. I caught a glimpse of Champ coming this way, but he couldn't have known which tree I was in. I waited in silence, holding my breath. I could hear rustling below. He may have found me, but that was only half the game. There was still the wild chase through the park...

[Yoshi]

Name: Leonidas
Age: 37
Gender: Male

Description: A massive copper colored Yoshi with heavy purple boots and spikes, red saddle. He wears a red cape when not in a planned battle. He is two feet taller and proportionally wider then most Yoshies, with maneuverability that betrays his size.

Personality: Strictly disciplined, he believes morality is cut-and-dried. Individuals are morally obliged to do right and to stop those that do wrong. He does not tolerate those who do not abide by his laws, and views such disobedience very severely. He is very serious about what he does; speaking very little and always true to his word.

History: From the day he hatched he lived under a period of strict regimentation, learning to face his fears and overcome superstition as well as basic first aid by his mother until he was seven years old. Then he was recruited to be part of a small sect of elite soldiers that are deployed only in emergencies.

His training lasted 23 years, in which he was ingrained with the ideas of being physically and mentally tough, always placing the mission first and keeping meticulous care of his equipment through brutal exercises. His favorite exercise being one where they would place melons on a large table guarded by the more senior trainees armed with whips while junior ones would rush in an attempt gather as many as they could while being beaten back by the senior members who were given no restraints on aggressiveness. Those were fairly rare; more common exercises included dancing, gymnastics and of course combat maneuvers.

His formal training over when he reached the age of 30, he was assigned along his immediate group of peers into an enomotia. He was only officially called into battle five times since.

Role Play Sample: (Kicking it old school!)

The sun was finally lost on the edge of the horizon. Leonidas stretched his legs and arms, he had been standing in the same, unmoving position for his twelve hour guard shift. Wanting to avoid the typical hassles of using the main roads of the small town, he chose to back up, the turn and walk down the alley he had been standing in front of, pulling the secondary tip of the xyston out of the ground with an audible tchk.

Whatever light there was on the main road was halved in the alley, he took a deep breath and brought the primary point of the xyston down in front of him, stopping as he heard low growling change into frenzied barks. Two pairs of teeth flashed in the fading light with the skittering of paws, he was getting charged by dogs. Without a moments hesitation he adjusted his grip on the xyston, thrusting it forward and pinning the dog on the right to the ground through its chest. The other lept into the air, then was knocked right to the ground, yelping as Leonidas swing the shield down onto its head once, then again, crushing its skull against the ground.

[Johnyoshi]

uh, when are we starting this again?

[dragonpaw]

Patience. I'm waiting a day or so for someone else to sign up. Might as well update this however.

Accepted:
Yoshiko
Enrique
Leoshi
Frog ~Hugs Froggie.~
Contention
Yoshee: You're-a gonna be under surveilance. Your role playing seems okay, but your history raises some red flags for me.
Lazoshi

Denied:
Midnight -- Your role playing itself raises red flags for me. Some description is in there, but it is very choppy and doesn't flow naturally. Other, essential description (scenery, to be more precise) is gone almost entirely. Your grammar is lacking, too. It is generally noted that spaces are placed after commas, periods, et cetera.

Johnyoshi -- Major red flags with your role playing itself. Detail is horribly lacking in every area. Your sample is mostly dialogue, actually. You have lots of tense and person mix-ups, as well as the way you execute detail doesn't.. flow together.

Teo -- Lack of flexibility. I don't want characters who can transform into several powerful forms. Maybe a small, next to useless form such as a cat would be all right -- but not a human AND a dragon. I'd also prefer a personality really be put down. In the sample, your character seems to be able to deduce far too much information. Other than things such as a using first person aside, your role playing itself is actually okay. From past experience with you in role plays, your characters habits tend to be godmode-y as well as facets of your character's personality, including mannerisms, tend to be very exagerated and drag low points on for a very long time.

[moshi]

The RPGs I'm in are rather slow, so I'll join another.....

Name:
Moshi (No last Name)
Age:
13
Gender:
Girl
Description:
Spring green yoshi, Black wings, Dark green spikes, Heartless shirt, Blue jeans, a tad bit torn and patched, Dark blue eyes, long-ish tail, claw like goves. Can turn into any animal but NOT dragon this time. To much. ^,^;;
Personality:
Dark, mysterious, stubborn, shy, brave, average intellegence.
History:
When she was a kid, around 8, she was stolen from her 'home', even though it was an ally way, but not agenst her will. She had made an agreement with a mysterous one, and was taken to his home. When she walked in she was grabbed and tooken to a opperating table. She was put out and when she woke up, she felt empty. Her heart was there, but not whole. She didn't understand it, but things were different. After she was tooken to a room, he said he would be like a father to her. Her parents were dead when she was around 4, so she stayed. She trained with him to master her shapeshifting powers, but then learnt what he had done gave her dark ones. Around 13, wings became to sprout from her back as the darkness grew inside of her and her heart. One night she had murdered her 'father' for what he had done. He had made her dark. She has been on the streets stealing eversince, trying to find out more about her parents and him.
Sample:
Rain pounded on the ground where a lonly girl sat on the curb of a street. She had no place to go and trusted no one. She couldn't rely on anyone other than her parent, and they are long gone now....

BAM!

The lightning and thunder made her jump and turn into a turdle in it's shell by instinct, then morphed back. "Lousey rain...." She then walked to a nearby ally and walked in. Her breath was clearly visable and the rain just kept on pouring down. She sniffed and sat down under an umbrella with a few holes in it, but it was good enought to keep some rain out. But she jumped agian when she heard police sirens. "Eep! I gotta get out of here!" And she flapped her dark wings and flew off, going in the oppisit dirrection, untill she banged into someone else, and fell twords the ground....

[Midnight]

Pawy,

You have very valid concerns with my skills as a role-player, and, now that I've looked over my introduction again, see perfectly well what you mean. I apologize for not having a tasteful example, and my skills were lacking. I very much disliked it myself, and I apologize for posting it here. Although it wasn't a fantastic introduction, I am only twelve years old, and I'm not entirely sure how much better I could do. I was also rather rushed when looking for an example, and I have created much better introductions. I apologize again for the inconvenience of my application. I will strive to do better on your next role-play, for I am in complete understanding that this was not the best work that I was capable of creating.

Sincerely,
Midnight

[dragonpaw]

Deined:
Moshi: It seems as if you rush things in your first post, as well as go a bit thin on details. It also seems as if your style is a bit haphazard -- what I mean by this is that your character does a lot of things in one post without an incredible amount of sense or the detail on how your character goes from point A to B is very abstract.

And, ah, I must apologise for leaving this so long. I've had a few problems and stuff, and it's really delayed this role play.


Name: Isis

Age: Twenty-six

Gender: Female

Description: A Yoshi, a Yoshi of a smaller variety. Her tail extends farther behind her than the tail of a normal Yoshi, having a lithe and flexible attribute to it. She wears no saddle or boots, revealing feet that are sharply clawed and cyan. Her skin is pure black, even her stomach. But, pure black in the day, a medley of different shaped stars dots her body, each star either white or bright cyan and with no pattern, aside from a specific bright, large star of four points which always sits in the center of her nose – whether it is day or night, that bright star is always there, giving off a luminous light. Her eyes are cyan, giving off a cyan glow visible in the darkness.

Personality: She has a cold, detached personality at first glance. When around the general public and her advisors, she shows little emotion and puts a wall of coldness between herself and those who merely wish to be near her because of her status. Without being in the presence of those who put too much faith in her, she is actually quite… sort of the same. The major different is her rather strong sympathy for others. She strives to help others with their problems. However, things that happen to her friends or that her friends do to her have immense affect – betrayal and arguments having a particularly bad affect on her. She is known to be able to hold grudges for long times, as well as keep distance from those who have continually stressed her out somehow.

History: You’ll probably see her past through this field. It’s pretty boring, though. Sort of. I guess.

Role Play Sample: I be the owner! It would be trippin’ in a bad way if my role playing skill was not accepted by myself.


Hang tight while I make the first post. A moderator is welcome to close this, for I don't need it anymore. But people are still welcome to join, albeit they'll have to PM me their form. And I will be far stricter then, so watch out.

[Teo]

Blerk, what do you want, it's my character as it's been for quite a while. Although he's gone through a few shifts (alright, a lot) I still have something going with the dragon thing. I was a whole lot more confusing when I had just arrived.

But, I shall persist with a whole new sign up. Complaining gets people nowhere, except angry ville.

Name: Teo, or Theodore, both amount to the same name.

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Description: A cyan yoshi with no particular marks or scars, no saddle and no shoes. He has been denied his regular shapeshifting for an extended period of time and will play powerless.

Personality: Greatly varrying. Likes to be in control of a situation and will try to help where he can. Always looks at situations from different angles to see if there's a better way to do something. When a situation becomes hopeless, reactions can become very crazy.

History: Teo's history is ongoing, but so far, we know he came to live on Yoshi's Island two to four years ago. From where we are not entirely sure, he doesn't enjoy talking about it.

Role Play Sample: (third person this time)

*ahem*

The gentle waves we're rushing up the shore, then slowly pulling themselves back down into the vast Ocean, slowly lapping a limp body, brought up by yesterday's weather. The figure, a light blue colored yoshi, coughed out water caught in his lungs and released it, slowly coming to wake. "Where am I?" Teo, the yoshi, groaned as he got the strength to get up. "I don't think me spewing water is a good thing," he said in a whisper to himself. He got up on his legs slowly and looked around, stretching, then turning around, then around again. He recognized he wasn't home. Not by the land, but by the smell and the species of crab that had just crawled over his foot. This crab, of course, did make an absolutely succulent snack for the hungry yoshi.

Teo walked along the shore, gazing into the sea, then looking at the land with its forest of palm trees. "Hey, a palm tree forest... you don't often see that," said he. "Wonder how big it is." So he ventured in. Soon though, the trees changed from palm to other kinds, infested with different life. Teo ventured deeper, until he was clearly lost, but the smell of salt still told him where the sea was. He estimated it to be noon, and made his way up a tall tree, branch by branch to get a better view.

The tree was made of a wood Teo could not recognize, but its trunk was smooth and it was relatively easy to climb... compared to some other obstacles. He made his way to a branch near the top, afraid to go any higher in case he were to... take a slip. From this tall tree, he could see more tall trees, but also an especially older, taller tree he could not see from down low. Teo promptly jumped from his branch and clung to another, climbed up that one, and continued his acrobatics across the tree tops, occasionaly needing to flutter, but he eventually made it.

The large tree was in a clearing, but covered the clearing almost entirely with a shadow. Upon close inspection... there seemed to be hand holds... but what would a hand hold be doing in a tree? the yoshi wondered. Curiousity got the best of him... and he started his climb.

Yup, that's my new sign up. I could send a PM version to you though, in fact, I will.