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Spitec: Betrayal (Custom RP)

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Shiney

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    This is an RP idea that I came up with, based on the world of ranma 1/2 and many other works of fiction. A lot of credit goes to Legendary_pokemaster for putting up with wave after wave of bad ideas. XD

    In this world, things are pretty much as they are now, but for one major difference. In mainland china, there is an ancient location filled with springs, that supposedly had curses upon them, causing the unfortunate person who fell into them to be forced into the form of whatever drowned there last, be it bird, snail, panda, or person. A large business orginization in the states has caught wind of this, and after stealing a great deal of cursed water, they found that it did indeed have an unusual energy field around it, and so they began finding ways to draw limitless ammounts of water, as they begin searching for tests subjects...

    The role play starts, as a number of young people (our characters) wake up dumped on a roadside with new bodies, and no clue what happened, though they will find out more soon enough...

    The curses work like this: Once you've been cursed, you can reverse the effects by being splashed with hot water, owever, the next time you come in contact with any cold water, you will be forced into your cursed form again.


    Name:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Curse: (please, nothing too powerful, all curses can be useful, but they're called curses for a reason)
    Looks: (cursed and normal)
    Personality: (optional)
    History: (see above)
    Other: (don't you get the idea by now?)
     
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    Pogiforce-14 said:
    Shiney, why do you call this a Custom RP?
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    OOC: Because I've canabalized the idea from a number of sources, the largest one being the springs of jusenkyo, but i don't plan on any other ranma 1/2 influences on the RP, so it's not enough to call it a ranma 1/2 RP.
     
    I've heard of Custom Characters...Custom RPs?

    I think what Shiney means is she/he got the idea from ranma 1/2, but it isn't ranma. This is quite different from the original one, whereas there was a dojo and everything. It's like Pokemon. No matter what the plot is, it'll still be based on POKEMON.
     
    Custom- usual behavior; particular exstablished way of behaving; established usgae having the force of law


    ^credits to the dictionary.
     
    OOC: Shall we drop this before it's closed for spam before it even starts? I had my reasons for calling it custom, so why don't we just move on?

    Name: Robert
    Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Curse: (by popular demand... at sword point -_-) Girl
    Looks: Normally Robert has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and has a large frame, causing him to be a very intimidating person normally. His cursed form is much smaller, and while sacrificing some of his strength, his cursed form is much more agile. It has jet black hair, and saphire blue eyes.
    Personality: Fiesty, some would call it self centered, but he always tries to look out for others as well, but he holds himself at the top of his priorities. If you ever want him to try and hurt you though, just tease him about his curse.
    History:
    Other:
     
    Name: Shizumi
    Age: 14
    Gender: female
    Curse: Turning into a cat
    Looks:
    Cursed- Shizumi looks like an ordinary cat, with pitch black fur and a pair of dusky emerald eyes. She's extremely slender and agile as the feline, her height no more than a feet at the greatest
    Normal- Two strands of black fall down in a straight layer, bangs covering the top half of her emerald eyes flecked with amber, yet a bit foggy. She wears a kimono of white and rose, durable and easy to travel in. Her complexion is extremely pale, with a distant aura around her. She ranges at about 5'4, including her white shoes that finish the ensemble.
    Personality: The girl is extremely hostile, and not trustful at all. She can be quite cynical at times, with a sarcastic humor attached to her. Unlike most of her kind, Shizumi has no hint of serenity of a peaceful side of her. Always ready for battle, she is impossible to manipulate, and has a hard time considering anyone her 'friend.' Still, she is no one's perfect idea of an adolescent, her grim humor often making anyone cringe.
    History: Shizumi was raised in Japan- feudal style. She was trained, taught, disciplined, and excluded from the rest. ALthough her homestyle was legitimate enough, she finally got the chance to visit China- where she ended up being in the area of the hot springs. The rest is up to the RPG.
    Other: She carries a boy made from a slender oak tree, as well as few silver tipped arrows kept in a small bag she wears around her right shoulder.
     
    Really Pogi, couldn't you have asked him over PM? :S

    Name: David Peerion
    Age: 14
    Gender: Male
    Curse: A little girl =3 XD
    Looks: Normal- David stands at 5'11" and has spiked red hair as well as blue eyes. He usually wears a grey sweater and a pair of navy blue jeans, but has to always change when he transforms.
    Curse- This picture, without the cat features: https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/Legendary_Pokemaster/15158486.jpg
    Personality:
    History:
    Other: the only thing you need to know, is that David carries a weapon for self defense, but what it is, is a mystery to everyone.
     
    Name: Paige
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Curse: turns into a fox.
    Looks:
    Cursed- she turns into a small orangish fox, with golden eyes, very sharp teeth and claws. exstrealmy agile and can jump very high.
    Normal- she's about 5'3 with pale skin and dark brown hair, that just reached her back, her bangs are long and fall over the right side of her face. her eyes are a ocean blue color. she wears a black long sleaved shirt, with a amber colored mini skirt and black boots.
    Personality: she is fairly shy and is uneasy around people. while she's calm most of the time she has a violent temper, and an impulsive streek. she easy trust those close to her and has a playful sence of humor.
    History:
    Other: she carries a pair of throwing knifes with her and never misses.
     
    Name: Momo
    Age: 13
    Gender: Female
    Curse: A twenty-one year old female swordsman

    Looks: Momo has wavy auburn hair that cascades down to her shoulders. Vivid emerald green eyes with specks of yellow always filled with optimism and innocence. Her cheeks are slightly reddish, often mistaken for blushing from embarrassment whilst her pink lips are always graced with an entrancing smile. She has an athletic yet still slender frame, fit for a quick run but not too fragile too resist some beating. She stands about five foot three and has a creamy-like, in color, skin. She is clad in navy denim shorts, a sleeveless white shirt with an undecipherable insignia embedded in it, and a loose cerulean jacket. Her hair is frequently tied in two pigtails using two ribbons.

    As for her cursed form;

    Her auburn hair would grow slightly longer, now reaching her waist and all innocence will be lost in her eyes. She has little fangs, often showing when grins or usually when she talks. She'll have a more athletic frame and keener senses. She would grow taller and would look much more like a twenty-one year old.

    Personality: Always overfilled with optimism and recklessness, she is almost never seen with a frown on her face. She's a little dense, but can surprise many, at times. She is playful and na?ve, and is always willing to make people happy. She tends to be stubborn and, as said, very bubbly, which is quite annoying to many who befriend her. But, although she has a cheerful and careless exterior, deep inside she has a very sympathetic soul, always troubling herself with others' problems. She easily searches the good of all people and encourages them to be proud of it.

    Cursed form;

    She would still be reckless and slightly bubbly, but as she transforms to her cursed form she would be loud, very audacious, aggresive, and much more stubborn that she already is. She would be wittier than she was, though, the only fortunate effect. She has a short temper and is frequently annoyed by simple things.

    History: Having a curse, her mother did not quite accept her for who she was. Her mother was overprotective with her, but she often showed her regret and anger. As she became older, reaching the age of five, her mother could not take her anymore. She left Momo with her husband and her two older sons, saying that she would go on a short trip for a few weeks.

    But she never returned.

    From that day on, her father took care of her and her siblings, training them as his father had treated him. And soon enough, she excelled in swordsmanship, but still has a lot to learn.

    Other: Unlike some curses, she will not only change in appearance, but in personality as well. She is also taught how to defend herself, physically, so she doesn't normally carry around weapons?well, unless she finds a good sword she would like to use.
     
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    OOC: We can start now, but anyone can still join. Just remember, the people dumped in the ditch aren't the only test subjects...


    IC: I woke up slowly, as though I was waking up after taking WAY to much cold medicine, and slowly looked around myself. I saw two girls, a fox, and a cat. What was this, a petting zoo? I continued gazing around, daved, something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on just what it was...
     
    I slowly opened my eyes, the light was brighter then normaly, the sounds around me more clear. Looking around, I was surounded my a few girls I had never seen before and some animals. I was in a ditch.

    "where are we and... who are you?"
    I whispered to the little girl sitting near me. Something was wroung, no words came out, only a barking noise...
     
    Obsidian layered Shizumi's sight, a serenading shade of darkness embracing her tightly. Multiple flashes of white dots invaded her vision, before she could finally reclaim sanity again. The first thing that greeted her was the sheet of azure, stretching infinitely with stratus clouds at the distance. She let out a soft hiss, struggling to stand up properly. Even her head was spinning, the world but a blur as she tried standing up- failing.

    No words could come out of her throat, as Shizumi finally sustained the balance between consciousness, staring at her surroundings with curiosity. She was at a barren roadside, the faint scent of dusty tire tracks lingering in the air. What fascinated her the most was the acute vision, from everything she laid her eyes on. Each crumble of dust had the specific details, etches in perfection that none other could see.

    Marveling, Shizumi slowly twitched, a movement indicating she still had her body. Relieved, her legs tensed in anticipation as they tried cooperating together. Looking down, she saw two ebony paws, furry and curling up as she tried flexing them. Paws...now, what was this delirium about?

    Calmly regarding this unusual sight, the 'girl' walked carefully, feeling movement on four parts. Anxiety seized her heart, pounding louder than usual. She flexed the paws again, trying them out before grimly staring at the sky again. Everything was collosal, and it was then she noticed figures lying around. Mystified, Shizumi inched closer to one of them, then stared around her again.

    She was confused.
     
    I rubbed my eyes for a moment, still, something was different, though I couldn't figure out just what it was. I looked around, and noticed the little girl a second time. "Uh, where are we?" I asked, noticing the pitch of my voice, but shrugging it off as an effect of having gone so long without something to drink.
     
    "How long was it since you got a drink, mine is like this cause I haven't had anything in almost a day, but yours sounds fine." I said, and attempted to stand up, but I was still to woozy from whatever had knocked me out...
     
    As Momo slowly awoke, she let out an irritated groan, clenching her teeth in annoyance. She rubbed her eyes, glancing at the silhouettes in front of her.

    "Geez! I can't even sleep peacefully he..." She was surprised that she sounded really irate after years of being the perky one.

    She sat up, rubbing her head. She continuously shifted positions as she couldn't think straight, not that ever did, but she was feeling somewhat different. She was easily irritated, impatient, and rude?something that was against her father's teachings.

    She shook her head, and focused on the cat, the fox, and the two girls. Maybe it was just her, but she felt as though there was something amiss. Especially since the little girl was oblivious of the reason why her voice was high pitched.

    I mean, all little girls like her has that annoying high pitch voice. She thought, finding it hard to control her temper.
     
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