Y5: The Terrorist Conspiracy Sign ups!

[Tempest]

From the makers of:
Y1: Light vs Dark
Y2: Yoshies United
Y3: Turn The Clock Back
Y4: Journey for the Ecstacy Egg
.. A story that follows the most dramatic and tragic event to ever hit Yoshi's Corner, and the chaos that follows. This is Y5: The Terrorist Conspiracy.

SERIOUS ROLE PLAYERS ONLY PLEASE.

[PLOT]
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"Alright, Strangie, I got it. I know, you told me a thousand times. Yes, don't worry, I checked the Cafe for spam. Yes, I am going to check later. Just enjoy your day off, please. Yes. Yes. You too. Tell Yoshiken, Pink, and Lazo I told them to relax too." Tempest sighed, and hung up the phone. He ruffled his papers on the desk, trying to collect them into one pile. Being an administrator of a whole community was not as easy as it looked. Tempest had been entrusted with temporary powers as the real administrators enjoyed their days off.

Tempest heard a beep on his intercom, and he turned in his swivel chair to answer it.

"Tempest? It's Anjil. How are you doing on those files?"

"Hey! I'm making... progress.." Tempest eyed the papers uneasily. "How are you doing with those new member forms?"

"All done! Digi's here too, she just ran a double check for spambots."

"Everything looks good from here. Man, we run this place pretty well. I'm gonna finish these papers.. Tempest out." Tempest grinned and turned off the speaker. He turned in his swivel chair to look out the window. It was a beautiful day in Yoshi's Corner, and the view from the Staff Lounge was especially magnificent. He felt the weather outside beam. There was a knock on the door.

"Yo - we've got to keep these sigs in check." Frog's voice rang from the doorway. Tempest laughed.

"Eh, let's just be lenient about it for now. When the admins get back they'll - .." He stopped. There was a sudden disturbance in the weather. Tempest turned towards the window. The wind had picked up significantly.

"What's wrong?" Frog headed towards the window. Tempest saw the winds start to howl furiously as a huge figure was now rocketing towards the Yoshi's Corner Staff Lounge at deafening speeds. His eyes widened in horror. It was a Boeing 757 Jet.

"GET DOWN NO-" Tempest by reflex flashed up an electron shield immediately as the plane collided with the building, shaking the entire community of Yoshi's Corner to the very core. A huge fireball melted the foundations of the building, and a giant explosion consumed the Staff Lounge. Tempest passed out.

Hours later...

Tempest woke up with a startle. He was surrounded by debris. He leapt to his feet, feeling a stabbing pain in his arm. There was a piece of shrapnel embedded deep into it.

"Frog. Frog!" Tempest forgot about the pain and looked towards a pile of debris at Frog's charred and unmoving body. Tempest descended upon it, searching for a pulse. Nothing. Tempest's jaw dropped, and he sprinted to the burnt intercom, toggling the switch dozens of times.

"Anjil! Digi! Contention! Anyone!" Nothing but static. Tempest reached into his armor and pulled out his PDA, accessing the 'Who's Online?' function. He saw some normal members in the community active, but no staff members other than his own. Every staff member that had been on a member before was now no longer located. The truth dawned upon Tempest. He dialed the number to Strangie's cell phone.

"Hello?" Strangie's voice came into the speaker.

"The staffs dead, Strangie, their all dead. Every single one of them."




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[SIGNUPS:]
Name:
Age:
Description:
Sample RP: [from any previous RPG is acceptable. Short paragraph please]
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[DECEASED LIST] [Unplayable Characters]: (we only killed these staff members to add drama, and because most of these characters aren't normally used for RPGs. If you have a problem with this, please PM me and I will change it immediately!)
Frog
Teh
Anjil
Digi
Joshi
Contention
Graedius


[ACCEPTED:]
1. Tempest
2. Strangie
3. Enrique
4. Yoshee & Champ
5. Gar
6. Twi
7. Teo
8. Pawy
9. Jay
10. British
11. Lazo
12. Yoshiken
13. Leoshi

[Strangie]

Name: Strangie
Age: 19
Description: www.deviantart.com/deviation/28413850/
(Aha, it occured to me that I should use a little more verbal description, for those who haven't seen me in action. )
Strangie is not much at first glance. Five feet high, no (visible!) nose, and a visor. However, behind the flat face of his lies a tough warrior, and a penchant for smiting evil. Armed or unarmed, he's a force to be reckoned with - his blade delivers divine justice, his fist (or feet, if he's already using a weapon) stops chaos in it's tracks, and his gun nails those who think they can get away. He has access to some minor magic abilities - being an Ice Climber, he is able to use some ice-related abilities, and his divine side lets him cast a small number of divine spells each day, though his bread-and-butter relies on his physical fighting ability.
(If you REALLY want to know what he's capable of, ask me and I'll send you his Dungeons and Dragons character sheet - and for those of you who are well versed in the world of DnD, he's a Monk12/Paladin4/Rogue4. Yes, I play DnD, shut the hell up. ;D I probably won't follow the sheet precisely, though, but it's what I'm basing all of this from.)
His personality is two-fold. He can be as goofy, cheerful, and plain ol' stupid as you want him to be. The life of the party, maybe. On the battlefield, however, or in any serious situation, everything suddenly changes. He becomes as tough, determined, and brave as you want him to be.

RP Sample: "... haha, yeah right," replied Strangie on the phone, chuckling a bit. He was laying on a bed in some ritzy hotel, being on vacation and all. "Come on, Tempest, you know you shouldn't joke like that." However, after listening to Tempest a while longer, he blinked a few times, and thought of the possibility that Tempest might not be messing with his head.

"... wait... you're really not joking, are you?... oh God..." He ran his fingers through his own hair, in shock and disbelief, and sat up on the bed. "You had better not be screwing around with me... a plane crashed? Into the Staff Lounge? What kind of psycho... ... alright, I'll go find the others. We'll be there ASAP." He closed up his cell phone, pocketing it and looking off to the side. He thought to himself, "Who would do this...? And whoever is behind this, they're good as dead." He got up, grabbing his visor from a hook on the wall and hastily putting it on, and quickly ran out of his hotel room to find his companions.

[Enrique]

Name: Enrique
Age: 16 (and a half)
Description: A light blue Yoshi who wears a black and white hat, white shirt, and green shoes. Enrique is intelligent and likes to help people out. He doesn't like to fight; he would rather develop a plan for the others to fight
Sample RP:
Enrique paced about the streets of the dark-cloud-covered island. "That storm will hit us soon..." The storm was but a Category Two hurricane approaching the island; its name was Hurricane Albert. It was rather unusual to see this; April was a very early time for the hurricane season to start, let alone one as strong as a Category Two to occur. It was also rather unusual since Yoshi's Island didn't receive many hurricanes; the island is located in a tropical area, but it is also located in a subregion of the ocean that doesn't experience much hurricane activity. However, Enrique prepared for the worst anyway; the windows of his house were boarded, and his emergency kit was in the laboratory under his house; it was usually a safe place to weather a storm like this. He wasn't concerned that the storm will cause much damage; the meteorology center that a relative of his works at stated earlier today that the storm was starting to weaken, and that he had been through worse storms.
(Modified version of a previous RP post)

[Tempest]

Accepted, obviously.

[Lord of the Dance]

Name: Yoshee
Age: 13 1/2
Description: Just a plain, regular green Yoshi with blue-grey eyes. She wears white shoes with three blue stripes; two in front, one in back. She carries around a Tennis racquet and a Chao.

Name: Champ
Age: 5
Description: A green/yellow Basic Fish Chao with purple bangs and cheetah-looking claws. He has ghostly abilities and hangs around with his friend Yoshee.

Sample RP:
I stared out the window of my new-ish house at the smoldering staff lounge, head resting on both knuckles.
"That don't look good. But it's still practically on fire." I thought aloud.
<Well, let's go check it out. It sounds like that bombing on the United States a few years ago, and there were survivors then.> Champ thought for me.
"Good idea, as always." I replied to Champ, grabbing a backpack with a first-aid kit, my beloved Tennis racquet, several water bottles, and Champ in it. "Just in case."
I wanted to help them, but I was also scared. What if everyone was dead? What would happen to Yoshi's Corner if no one was here to keep it in order? I swallowed my fears and set out the door.

(Bleh, if you don't like it, I'll change it.)

[Not-Garr]

Name: Gar
Age: 16
Description: timyoshi.proboards107.com/index.cgi?board=art&action=display&thread=1133473203&page=5#1139760622
(Yeah, I totally forgot to list what I can do, didn't I?)
Abilities: Flight, of course, a burst of green fire from the mouth, not quite as hot as you'd expect, but it's exceptionally bright.
Mild manipulation of light, the largest extent of which is a burst of concentrated light energy, or being able to alter the way his form absorbs/reflects light, to appear invisible. Shields have been known to appear too. Can also provide healing for...some, injuries. Don't expect anything totally outrageous though.
In rare cases, he uses a sword.
(...Ah, hell, just use the link for a physical reference)
Personality: Though hot-tempered, Gar tends to be more helpful and a tad.. ..off his rocker, to some, in most cases. In a conflict situation, he is extremely cocky if he's assured of his victory, and very hostile if he holds doubt.

His personal outlook on things tends to be rather simple: Try to make things as easy and cheerful as possible, and screw the complications. Because of this, if faced with anything political or religious, he'll usually face it with an indifferent matter, unless it comes to speak of the individual known as Bahamut. Ethical matters he takes a more 'honorable' approach to; when his temper isn't clouding things, he'll probably try to act...as honorably as he can. He also harbors a secret love of bloodshed, which shows as he tends to overkill in battle.

The origins of his past BEFORE he arrived where he is now, and of his abilities tend to make him change the subject quickly, and forcing them out would be a difficult task, though some know...
Oh, and he tends to swear a lot.
(Whee, much better now!)

Sample RP: Gar started from his bed, and sat up straight, he had felt a rumble all the way out from his cave, and stepped bleary-eyed from the entrance, peering out... All he saw was a large smoke-cloud, and his eyes went wide, darting out and towards the community, feet pounding away at the ground, "Crap crap crap, that's not good...!!!" he stopped, mouth agape as he surveyed the damage, a huge smouldering pile of rubble where the staff lounge was, "What...what...wh....happ...", he dashed forward, then just stood there, "Holy...crap.."

[Twi]

Name: Twi

Age: (Mortal age) 17

Description:
- Dark Grey Skin
- Light Grey Underbelly skin
- Pure dark purple eyes, no pupils, glowing
- Long (past shoulder), scruffy, dark purple hair
- Dark blue saddle
- Brown leather fingerless gloves with a hole in the center
- Brown leather shoes with two holes in it
www.deviantart.com/deviation/31663129/
Usually angry or disgruntled. Says very little.

Sample RP: "The shadow leaped over the first fang and rolled unden the second in an acrobatic style. It bloked the third one with a slumsy swipe and the fourth hit it and went through, the shadow was immediatly dispatched in the same dust cloud. DemonicYoshi put his demonic spear away and clenched his mutated fist . He charged towards Toshi and grabbed him with his claw, digging the nails into him as he lifted him off the ground." - This was a simple duel i had with Toshi over MSN a few days ago, it was a draw in the end as i got squered by a stalagmite in the face and his bones were crushed when he hit the ground (Kinda true but boring story)

[Teo]

Now THIS is interesting. I really hope Y5 turns out well!

Name: Theodore, Teo, whatever ya wanna call'm...
Age: 14
Description: A cyan yoshi who posseses the power to morph into a silver-colored dragon.

Sample RP: "Urgh... my head..." Teo's vision started to clear up, the darkness slowly becoming sharper to him. "What happened... I think I was swimming... and... I can't remember!" Teo could almost see clearly, and what he saw didn't please him. In front of him were dangling electrical cables, under him, the hard pool floor, cracked open, only a trickle of water left to soak in. Over him, concrete. Teo noticed that he was burried, completely and had light only from the cables. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the cables were in contact with water and freeing the oxygen, he probably would have died. "Thank god for that. I just hope chlorine and electricity hasn't made any... other reaction I should know about." On that note, he began to wonder what had happened. What happened... I was swimming... on a green floating matress on the water, looking at the clouds in the Corner's pool. Then came a large blast and debris everywhere. I think I blacked out before I was covered in concrete, but I don't know. How do I get out? No force in existence can hold up ten thousand tons of concrete. The situation seemed dim. Would a rescue team come? Doubt it. Who lives days with nothing to drink but pool water and no air? There was the solution... to dig through the hard pool floor. Too hard, where would the dirt go?Hmm...

[dragonpaw]

I decided to join, or something. UH OH. You're sort of not really in trouble now. .. And some things bothered me enough to merit my joining.

Name: Pawy Auric

Age: Twenty-Four

Description: My most recent picture of her could do, but I was always so against using pictures as describers. So anyway, Pawy is one of the brighter Yoshies. For sure. Her skin color is a neon pink. Her cheeks/chest/stomach/undertail (basically anywhere that was white on the normal Yoshi) are furred with soft, purple fur -- the fur on her chest thicker than anywhere else. She wears a pair of cyan boots, but if she were to take them off they would reveal, instead of feet, paws with cyan claws. The four spines on the back of her head/neck are a bright cyan, as well as her tongue. Her eyes are brown. Her hands are fairly large, also possessing longer, blue claws. If she were to smile, her larger front canine teeth would clearly stand out. On her wrists, there is a black band around them, an octagonal space wider than the actual band itself sits on the top, an octagonal jewel sitting in the space. The jewel on her right arm is a hot pink, and the jewel on the other is cyan. A black ribbon hangs around her neck, an iridescent but otherwise white octagonal jewel hanging on it. Her flexible tail, much longer than the normal Yoshi's, her a hot pink, translucent band around it -- near the tip of the tail.

Sample RP: Isis exhaled deeply, as if she had held her breath for the past minute. She shook her head gently, slowly easing herself into a sitting position onto the soft grass beneath her. As she shifted on the ground to make herself more comfortable, she tilted her head back to stare up at the stars that dotted the dark sky. Isis immediately felt comforted by the sight, a sight she found to be very beautiful. The star on the center of her nose shined brighter – as if replying to the sheer number of brilliant stars in the sky.

[Moot]

WHOOP WHOOP! And there it is.

Name: "British" (Never tells anyone his "real" name.)

Age: Unknown

Description

Appearance: Dark Purple colour, yellow eyes, black boots, wears a full length jacket, and dark glasses whatever the weather is, day or night. Relatively tall compared to others. Glasses have built in night vision, infra red etc so he can see in the dark anyway. Can also zoom, for the ultimate convenience.

Gear: A.M.O.S (Advanced Modular Offensive System)
A.M.O.S has various bolt-ons that change its function, for example, modes such as a handgun, smg, rifle, shotgun, whatever else you can think of. (Basically I just fancied up the older stuff into one convenient package

British' weapons have been modified to run off the same energy source, a Self-Recharging Power Cell that draws in energy from the surrounding area and converts it into a form useable by his weapons, as well as being useful in other situations. As long as there is an energy source and time British cannot run out of ammo. Of course if you run out you can always beat some guy with stock of the AMOS...

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.

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 when not in use refilling ammo.

_{so I'm a sucker for detail.}

Sample RP: Considering I'm short for time right now this post will have to do.

[Strangie]

Eh heh, I felt kinda dumb not leaving a verbal description of Strangie in my post, so I decided to throw one on there just for kicks.

It's on my first post in this topic.

[Wildfire the Dragon]

Name: Jay Tanoshi
Age: 14
Description: www.deviantart.com/view/29241757/
Loves to get into fights, and a bit of a wise crack at times(Only at times). Uses Physical/Fire/Wind Attacks to help out.

RP Sample:
Jay walked around the forest, looking around suspiciously. "Man, this place is crazy. Where-ah!" Jay fell off a muddy cliff, sliding into a large river, with alarge splash, Jay plunged into the bottom with his arm crossed. 'Man, I'm always finding trouble. Thank Bahamut I'm not human, otherwise these Serpents would've made mince meat out of me,' Jay thought, thinking of be pretty lucky. He jumped and swam to the surface. "Man...I hate going in there," He said coughing out any water. He rose to his feet, and continued to walk. 'I wish I could just fly, but I was told not too because it's forbidden, yeah right...' Jay held up his fist. "Curse you spirit..." He let out a sigh." No use crying over spilled milk I guess. I'm almost out of here."

[Tempest]

Yayyyyyy lots of sign-ups. Everyone is accepted, WOOWOO!

[Yoshi]

Name: Lazo

Age: 27

Description: Has a fairly generic appearance. Cyan skin, red boots, red spines, gold saddle. The main outward differences would be that he is slightly taller than most other yoshies, has bright blue eyes and his spines are slightly curved and sharp. The bones of his upper body, excluding the skull and jaw, and spine were replaced with metal, making it next to impossible to break his arms, neck or push something through his chest.

His values are conflicted between what he would like to see and what he believes can be done. He would like a world with mutual cooperation and little conflict but understands such a world is not possible. Instead he attempts to understand as much as he can in order to take advantage of opportunities to make his life better, or to improve a subgroup as an extension of himself. He is not hesitant to do what it takes to reach his goals, preferring to drain away the resources of those who oppose him in the background. He is patient and understands that small gains, or an opposition's small losses, will build up over time. His mood is mostly serious with an air of emotional detachment. He does not like those who act before they think, seeing those who do so as a lost cause and ultimately useless.

The operation that replaced his bones with metal counterparts also added a generator and defense ECM part. The ECM changes the course of most projectiles pointed towards him from the front and sides. While his is capable of using Generator power to attack with beams from his hands, he avoids doing it because it begins to injure him if overused. Instead he relies on a solid-state LASER weapon that is the length of his forearm and concealed under his saddle when not in use. If the situation is right then he is capable of contacting a Battleship for missile support. Is currently trying to think of a way to give that battleship a global strike ability.

Mmm, free Sample RP:

Lazo took a deep breath as he placed his tropical drink of unknown mixture on the glass and plastic stand next to his recliner, gazing up at the large green umbrella through his thick sunglasses. He adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, lifting the newspaper back up to his face as he listened to the sounds of giggling and screaming children swimming in the pool. The splashes brought a fleeting urge to jump in and join them, as weird as it would look, which was then crushed as he read through more of the article's text. He frowned then mumbled "Don't try to out-legislate me, boy. You don't stand a chance..." and tossed it to the side with a dismissive grunt.

[Yoshiken]

(Ill be serious, not like in the chat XD)

Name: Yoshiken Draconi

Age: 21

Description: A yoshi/Dragon hybrid. His skin color is red and his wings are orange. Around his head is a blue Headband given to him by his Dad when he was young. He has blonde hair put together in spikes running over his headband at some parts. He is able to summon flames from within his body. He is a master with his Katana and with martial arts. He is a bit clumsy and sometimes loses his focus of a situation. In battle, however, his wit and senses become sharp and he becomes a destructive foe.

He has a blue headband given to him by a hermit living in a mountainside cave. The hermit taught him everything he currently knows about martial arts and his Katana. He trained himself afterwards and eventually surpassed the man who never gave his name.

Yoshikens parents was kidnapped by a great source of evil when he was in his high teens. Him and his brother, Dante, was now abandoned. He left for a year searching for his parents by himself but he fell gradually into corruption and became evil himself. His own brother saved him and he became good again. He now is on a quest with his brother and close friends to save his parents. He is currently resting himself at the YC helping out around the city with his close friends when terrorists hit...

Sample RP:
"Yoshiken finished the packaging and two soldiers set foot into the jeep and drove over the horizon. A Koopa that was head over many of the workers announced a lunch break. the cafeteria was seperated into two areas, one for the Koopas, and 1 for the Yoshis and other species that werent Koopa. The Koopa area was well-managed, clean, and full of exotic delicacies. The Yoshi side, however, was filthy, broken-down, and the food was hardly edible. Yoshiken had made two friends while he was there, Sky and Danny. Sky was a black Yoshi, and Danny was a Green one.

"So Sky, what did you have to do today," Yoshiken asked as he sat down besides them.

"I had to polish the shells and mop the quarters in section 2B," Sky said with a grin on his face.

"well, at least you didnt have latrine duty, that was down-right disgusting" Danny replied suddenly as if competing with them.

Yoshiken had a quick change of expression, lowered his voice, and gestured for the two to come closer and whispered, "One day im seriously gonna sabotage and destroy this outpost and everything else the Koopas have, who's with me"

"I'm with ya' Yoshiken, I cant stand being in here working so hard for so little pay," Sky's smile grew with every word that slid out of his mouth.

"Are you guys crazy!" Danny's voice grew a bit, "just be happy you are alive! many of our kind were enslaved or even killed for trying to rebel!"

"I think even Death might be better than this...."

they all grew silent, contemplating about the conversation, without even a care to eat.

(this is from the Rebellion RP ^^)

[Leoshi]

Name: Leoshi
Age: 15
Description: A blue Yoshi with a past that he keeps sealed away. he's got brown hair, green eyes and glasses. He's also got a gray shirt with a near-black backpack. He keeps an old spell-book in his backpack, where it stays unless he feels the need to fight back. He's a timid and shy one, without too much confidence. His prized possession, if not his spell book, is his very own Caravel, the SS Majestuosa. His favorite spoil from an adventure, he treasures is as well as he does the book.
Sample RP: Morning's greet met his ship as it sailed elegantly through the ocean. Her sails wove in the light breeze as the rising sun gave off a light purplish in the grand sky. The green flags of the ship wove proudly in the wind as well.
The doors opened up, revealing the little timid Yoshi. Leo looked past the tall sails and walked over to the bow of his ship. Ahead, he could see a small island up ahead. However, this was no ordinary isle, for for some bizarre reason, there were a series of clouds forming only over the island. They where a very dark gray, almost a black, and swirling like a hurricane. Though in-spite of the swirling, there was no strong wind.

"...curious." Leo said, peering ahead. "...this is no ordinary island. ...I will have to check this out."

[PinkFloydYoshi]

Reference: 66.249.93.104/search?q=cache:eFbSQPu475cJ:www.spyro24uk.com/forum/index.php%3Fshowtopic%3D65%26view%3Dgetlastpost+YW%2BPink%2Bfanfic%2BSony%2BShammy%2BYoshi&hl=en&gl=uk&ct=clnk&cd=1&client=firefox-a

Sign me up!
The outcome should hopefully be fun.

Edit: Copy the entire link. :x

Desc:
'Pink' (Yoshi).

'Pink' acts pretty much how I do.
Doesn't smile much.
Likes posing. (Well, this is an exception for myself ^^;.)
Easy to aggrivate.
Often clumsy at times.
Looks up to a lot of people who can do things he cannot do.
Always gives a reason for things.
Can be reletively generous at times.
Has been known to fly off the handle.
Will stick up for someone when they're in a bit of a muddle.

Appearence - Pretty much your normal Yoshi.
Stands around 5ft 4inches - a little shorter than myself.
Red spikes.
Pink skin/White underbelly (Same as normal Yoshies).
Doesn't wear boots. Bear foot = r0xor.
Either wears shorts(ie, Paper Mario 2 poses), or nothing. (Like Grae. ^^
Reletively fit. Not a fat Yoshi at all.
Most favoured weapon - Japanese Katana.

I'll provide a reference pic shortly.

[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."

[Yoshi4ever]

Name: ArchBlaze (Nickname Arch)

age: 82 (Elvish years)

description: A half elf yoshi that is a veteran of Yoshi's Corner. A skilled Arch-Mage and a veteran of magic and ancient knowledge. His weakness is to strong opponents and the element of darkness. He is a blue and wears a cloak. Hewields Frostfire (his trusty staff) and Nightbane ( his ever so sharp sword). His eyes are a blue with hidden depth. From time to time, when he grews angry his eyes transfer to grean. He has silver hair and of course, the elvish trademark of pointy ears.

Sample RP- My long silver hair rippled in the wind. I was just leaving the academy and was on my way to...
The ground tremored violently and I was thrown to the ground before i could react. I heard a Crack as my wrist hit the ground. I crippled with pain. It must of been a few minutes until I could cast a spell to twist it back. Blue mist swivled around my wrist. I could move it but every twitch brought wincing pain.

I pulled myself up and looked at the damage. How...what...why

Anouther wave of pain washed over me and I sunk to the ground

NO!...NO....no....nooo......

Then all was dark.