Dusty

Miraculous America

Ensuring everything on the camera was set Serpentine glanced up at Furitta, winking under the mask and cowl. “Essentially, except not just him. Us as well.” She motioned towards the unconscious forms scattered across the street. “These folks aren’t gonna be very talkative, just like the ones before. Which won’t do anyone any good. People need to know what he’s up to, and that we’re here to stop him. I was hoping to get a few good shots of everyone fighting Rouge-Bat, and whoever this new villain is. Then I could leak it to the press. It’d be plastered on every newspaper and TV from here to Paris. We’d be famous!”

Serpentine was absolutely thrilled by the prospect, she just hoped the secret fame was worth it in light of the eternal grounding she was about to receive from her father. She felt a tinge of guilt, her father really trusted her and this would shatter that bond magnificently. She didn’t really want to think about that, and pushed it aside, the greater good was at stake. Fidgeting with the wrist strap on the recorder she turned to address their small quartet of heroes. “We need to get Rouge-Bat on scene first, preferably sooner rather than later. Maybe we should just rush this villain, I’m sure all four of us will be more than a match. And if it seems like we’re about to win Rouge-Bat will be sure to come try and help even the fight.”

The snake themed hero slunk across the open ground separating them from the villain’s concealed position, trying to catch a glimpse of her through the windows. Her armored boot clinked against an abandoned can sending it rolling gently down the street. Despite Talon’s song and mocking voice the street seemed all but abandoned, and the silence was deafening. A cold dread wormed its way into her subconscious, staining her confidence with suspicions and imaginings of traps and malicious deeds. Shrugging off her feelings of misgivings Serpentine gave the others a thumbs up. “I don’t see her. C’mon, let’s all go in on the count of three…”

Hidden In the Woods

@Raptra @vertigo @Captainsully I’m still down to go through, as are y’all it seems. Give me a day and I’ll set up an OOC and tag y’all.

Miraculous America

“Essentially.” Serpentine grumbled in response to Talon. “I’ll be there eventually, just give me a minute or two.” Luckily, the suit made her a far better runner then she actually was, as without access to something like Usagi’s hopping ability, Talon’s wings, and Furitta’s wires Serpentine was very landlocked. Nevertheless she made good time and arrived a few minutes after Furitta, getting a front seat view of the aftermath and carnage caused by this new villain.

“Uh… Did you guys already beat them?” She asked, glancing around the scene with evident confusion and annoyance. Snapping her battle fans closed she reattached them to her belt, producing instead a small video camera, which she powered on. “Anyone see Rouge-Bat here by any chance?”

Hidden In the Woods

@Raptra Weeeell... It does not seem Sock is responding. Perhaps we can incorporate the idea ourselves? I'm sure we can find two other players still interested.

Lost in the Woods (Always Open)

Padoof, Character app

Name: Padoof

Race: Donkey, or more accurately, asinus loqui, or literally donkey speaking.

Appearance: Padoof stands at a moderate thirteen hands tall, right at the withers, with his head and ridiculously long ears reaching sixteen hands at their zenith. He is covered, from his soft grey nose, to his pitch black hooves in rough grey fur, with a single dark brown stripe running along his spine. Padoof’s mane and scruffy tail are of a similar dark brown, and are ragged and unkempt. The only difference between himself and the typical donkey, one might notice by a mere glance, are his highly intelligent eyes. Their black, shining pupils betraying his concealed intellect.

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Characteristics: Although the typical donkeyish traits leak through into his attitude and personality, most evidently his stubbornness and laziness, Padoof proves to be is a curious, and gentlehearted beast of burden. On occasion, and when aroused by cause or whip he can shed his less favorable traits and become the toughest and most hardworking animal around, surefooted and loyal. He’s a simple soul at heart and despises being alone without a herd or master to belong too. That being said he is easily pleased, and it doesn’t take much to make him content and happy. He relishes in the simple things in life, whether that be a handful of sweet oats or a good brushing by a stable boy. As a young healthy male donkey he is strong and able to carry heavy loads over treacherous terrain, and he can deliver a powerful kick from his hind hooves as well. Alternatively he can use his power of speech to bewilder those who do not expect such things from a beast. He loves puzzles to solve, even if he’s not very good at them, and learning new words to say is his favorite pastime.

Background: Sired in the barn of an aged farmer and destined to a life at the plough and cart Padoof’s story was a unique case in terms of donkeys to say the least. The farmer who owned him didn’t know of his lucky strike, thinking only that he happened to come into the possession of the most intelligent donkey in the world. Padoof learned fast even for an ass, soon finding himself hitched to a plough and taken out into the fields to work. Beset constantly by the farmer’s curses and whip, those foul expletives were the first words Padoof learned. One day, while tilling the cabbage patches Padoof proudly unleashed a plethora of obscenities fit to cause a drunken sailor to blush. The ancient farmer, caught unawares by this miracle perished straight away from a heart attack. Grief stricken by this dreadful occurrence, and helpless to give aid Padoof was forced to sit and wait, tethered to the plough. Presently a gypsy carrying a heavy load passed by, and upon seeing Padoof and the deceased old farmer set to work creating a suitable grave. Once that was done he loaded his pack upon Padoof’s back and continued along on his journey. Poor Padoof was very confused, but he went along peacefully, not daring to speak again lest this new master toppled over like the first. For another year Padoof was bought and sold again and again, from owner to owner until at last he’d learned how to speak fairly well, only to himself of course, and came into the care of a young stable slave. This boy, mistreated by his owners found comfort tending to the animals, especially Padoof who always seemed to understand. Padoof desperately wished to talk to him, and then one night, he did.

Their conversation started out much the way you might expect, with a cry of shock leaving the boy’s mouth and a whinny of fear escaping Padoof’s. In time however they became more confident, and with patience, began understanding each other. The boy teaching, and Padoof learning all the ways of sentences, and verbs, and syllables. At first their talks were of minor things, small talk as the boy described it, but then it turned to serious, secretive whispers of rebellion, and escape. The boy hated the place, and while it seemed quite alright to Padoof he loathed seeing his friend in discomfort, and vowed to help in their flight in any way he could. Finally, one evening when the moon was all but gone from the sky they made good their schemes, stealing away likes thieves in the night. Their escape was foiled however, by the watchful overseer who noticed a slave was missing from his cot. Riding out he gave chase to the fleeing duo and proved that even a donkey with fear biting at his heels could not outrun a horse. By the morning’s hour the overseer caught them, and struck the boy from his saddle with a club. Spooked and kicked by the horse Padoof fled, deserting the boy to his fate and hating himself all the while. When at last he dared look back Padoof discovered he had gotten himself hopelessly lost. Steeling himself up Padoof set off into the wilds, determined to find his lost boy, somehow. His wanderings brought him unwillingly to Yggdrasil, harnessed by a horse merchant who’d captured him days before. The man dragged the ass along with the rest of his stock, hopping to garner a few extra pennies form the stubborn beast.

Race App

Names: Donkeys, asses, jackass, jenny, cuddy, and burro. asinus loqui.

Appearance: All donkeys, even the talking kind, are four legged furred mammals, with closed hooves, manes and tails. They resemble horses, though they are typically smaller and more surefooted then their equine cousins. They come in a multitude of colorings, from brown, to grey, and blonde. And they are typically used as draft animals, though well trained ones can be saddled and ridden. The speaking donkeys have unique features that are not perceivable to the naked eye. For instance more complex brains and vocal chords.

Characteristics: Donkeys are very well known for their stubbornness, and agitating laziness to those who wish to see a hard day’s work done. These universal traits cross over into their rarer talking kin. Due to their obscure nature and limited exposure, and typical bondage to a human masters, speaking donkeys have no culture of their own, and usually are subservient to whomever they happen to be owned by. They aren’t usually particularly intelligent and never really get many opportunities to learn. Often times they are killed for superstitious reasons the moment they dare utter a word, so most go throughout their entire lives without speaking at all.

Background: Speaking donkeys came about in a most unusual fashion several thousand years ago. A greedy king, whose title has long been forgotten once imposed his will upon a decrepit old village, demanding the people be killed and their homes razed. His violent act brought to bear the wrath of a powerful witch who lived there. She cursed the evil king and all his kin. Her curse cast upon the king’s family turned each and every one of them into an ass, and act that was supposed to end in their destruction. Her spell was incomplete however, and many of the king’s family could still speak, and think for themselves. Alas they were captured, and interbred with the donkey herds from across the kingdom, prized for their intelligence and amusing history, if not so much for their talking back. Their speech proved to be something of a recessive trait however, which soon was nearly bred out of existence. Their kind became rare indeed and was nearly all but forgotten.

Lost in the Woods (Always Open)

Better yet, I'll just post the app and see if its accepted.

Padoof, Character app

Name: Padoof

Race: Donkey, or more accurately, asinus loqui, or literally donkey speaking.

Appearance: Padoof stands at a moderate thirteen hands tall, right at the withers, with his head and ridiculously long ears reaching sixteen hands at their zenith. He is covered, from his soft grey nose, to his pitch black hooves in rough grey fur, with a single dark brown stripe running along his spine. Padoof’s mane and scruffy tail are of a similar dark brown, and are ragged and unkempt. The only difference between himself and the typical donkey, one might notice by a mere glance, are his highly intelligent eyes. Their black, shining pupils betraying his concealed intellect.

Image

Characteristics: Although the typical donkeyish traits leak through into his attitude and personality, most evidently his stubbornness and laziness, Padoof proves to be is a curious, and gentlehearted beast of burden. On occasion, and when aroused by cause or whip he can shed his less favorable traits and become the toughest and most hardworking animal around, surefooted and loyal. He’s a simple soul at heart and despises being alone without a herd or master to belong too. That being said he is easily pleased, and it doesn’t take much to make him content and happy. He relishes in the simple things in life, whether that be a handful of sweet oats or a good brushing by a stable boy. As a young healthy male donkey he is strong and able to carry heavy loads over treacherous terrain, and he can deliver a powerful kick from his hind hooves as well. Alternatively he can use his power of speech to bewilder those who do not expect such things from a beast. He loves puzzles to solve, even if he’s not very good at them, and learning new words to say is his favorite pastime.

Background: Sired in the barn of an aged farmer and destined to a life at the plough and cart Padoof’s story was a unique case in terms of donkeys to say the least. The farmer who owned him didn’t know of his lucky strike, thinking only that he happened to come into the possession of the most intelligent donkey in the world. Padoof learned fast even for an ass, soon finding himself hitched to a plough and taken out into the fields to work. Beset constantly by the farmer’s curses and whip, those foul expletives were the first words Padoof learned. One day, while tilling the cabbage patches Padoof proudly unleashed a plethora of obscenities fit to cause a drunken sailor to blush. The ancient farmer, caught unawares by this miracle perished straight away from a heart attack. Grief stricken by this dreadful occurrence, and helpless to give aid Padoof was forced to sit and wait, tethered to the plough. Presently a gypsy carrying a heavy load passed by, and upon seeing Padoof and the deceased old farmer set to work creating a suitable grave. Once that was done he loaded his pack upon Padoof’s back and continued along on his journey. Poor Padoof was very confused, but he went along peacefully, not daring to speak again lest this new master toppled over like the first. For another year Padoof was bought and sold again and again, from owner to owner until at last he’d learned how to speak fairly well, only to himself of course, and came into the care of a young stable slave. This boy, mistreated by his owners found comfort tending to the animals, especially Padoof who always seemed to understand. Padoof desperately wished to talk to him, and then one night, he did.

Their conversation started out much the way you might expect, with a cry of shock leaving the boy’s mouth and a whinny of fear escaping Padoof’s. In time however they became more confident, and with patience, began understanding each other. The boy teaching, and Padoof learning all the ways of sentences, and verbs, and syllables. At first their talks were of minor things, small talk as the boy described it, but then it turned to serious, secretive whispers of rebellion, and escape. The boy hated the place, and while it seemed quite alright to Padoof he loathed seeing his friend in discomfort, and vowed to help in their flight in any way he could. Finally, one evening when the moon was all but gone from the sky they made good their schemes, stealing away likes thieves in the night. Their escape was foiled however, by the watchful overseer who noticed a slave was missing from his cot. Riding out he gave chase to the fleeing duo and proved that even a donkey with fear biting at his heels could not outrun a horse. By the morning’s hour the overseer caught them, and struck the boy from his saddle with a club. Spooked and kicked by the horse Padoof fled, deserting the boy to his fate and hating himself all the while. When at last he dared look back Padoof discovered he had gotten himself hopelessly lost. Steeling himself up Padoof set off into the wilds, determined to find his lost boy, somehow. His wanderings brought him unwillingly to Yggdrasil, harnessed by a horse merchant who’d captured him days before. The man dragged the ass along with the rest of his stock, hopping to garner a few extra pennies form the stubborn beast.

Race App

Names: Donkeys, asses, jackass, jenny, cuddy, and burro. asinus loqui.

Appearance: All donkeys, even the talking kind, are four legged furred mammals, with closed hooves, manes and tails. They resemble horses, though they are typically smaller and more surefooted then their equine cousins. They come in a multitude of colorings, from brown, to grey, and blonde. And they are typically used as draft animals, though well trained ones can be saddled and ridden. The speaking donkeys have unique features that are not perceivable to the naked eye. For instance more complex brains and vocal chords.

Characteristics: Donkeys are very well known for their stubbornness, and agitating laziness to those who wish to see a hard day’s work done. These universal traits cross over into their rarer talking kin. Due to their obscure nature and limited exposure, and typical bondage to a human masters, speaking donkeys have no culture of their own, and usually are subservient to whomever they happen to be owned by. They aren’t usually particularly intelligent and never really get many opportunities to learn. Often times they are killed for superstitious reasons the moment they dare utter a word, so most go throughout their entire lives without speaking at all.

Background: Speaking donkeys came about in a most unusual fashion several thousand years ago. A greedy king, whose title has long been forgotten once imposed his will upon a decrepit old village, demanding the people be killed and their homes razed. His violent act brought to bear the wrath of a powerful witch who lived there. She cursed the evil king and all his kin. Her curse cast upon the king’s family turned each and every one of them into an ass, and act that was supposed to end in their destruction. Her spell was incomplete however, and many of the king’s family could still speak, and think for themselves. Alas they were captured, and interbred with the donkey herds from across the kingdom, prized for their intelligence and amusing history, if not so much for their talking back. Their speech proved to be something of a recessive trait however, which soon was nearly bred out of existence. Their kind became rare indeed and was nearly all but forgotten.

Lost in the Woods (Always Open)

I’m interested, but I have an idea for a character that isn’t a super typical fantasy creature, and I’m wondering how far is too far?

Hidden In the Woods

I'm guessing this is no more? @Sockofpancakes

Turn of the Century (A 1900s NRP)

The Cathany Islands

"Fair seas make not skilled sailors."

-National Motto

Official Government Name: The Federation of Cathany Isles

Head of State: High Chancellor Yurvani Romvalas, Sixty One

Capital City: Mal Cavari - Situated on the largest, and westernmost island of Palcoo, bordering the freshwater river of Mal, and circumventing the Cavari bay is the grand city of Mal Cavari. While not the largest, or most prosperous city in all of the Isles, Cathians hold it proudly up as their grand capital. It is the birthplace of the peoples' revolt, and site of the declaration of Cathian independence. The city boasts a vast port and naval yard, along with a great mazelike system of canals making much of the city only traversable by small boat. Elegant bridges connect the offshore construction from the onshore portions, interwoven between a network of drawbridges and stone pathways. Farms, refineries, mines, urban housing and plantations dominate the land based constructions, providing the life blood necessary for the commerce and trade taking place over the water. Cathians would claim that Mal Cavari is the most beautiful city in the world, and hold it up as the prize jewel of Cathany, and a emblem of Cathian supremacy. It is also the port for much of the Cathian fleet.

National Language: Cathish

Basic Demographics: The Cathany Isles is an archipelago of thirty two islands within a one hundred thousand square kilometer stretch of water. Located several hundred kilometers southwest of the mainland these islands sit comfortably in the sunny, semi-tropical waters of the Panapalo Sea. The islands are built up around the base of a vast collection of dormant volcanos resting both above and below sea level. While there are many islands most are too small or too barren to thrive on, and only eleven of the largest, and most fertile of them are notably inhabited, though Cathians claim all thirty two as their own. The islands often operate largely independent of each other due to the miles of water separating them, though the national senate and the house of eleven chancellors meet and coordinate to the best of their ability on Palcoo. Strong ties to their home islands make the individual Cathian a greater supporter of their birthplace, rather then then Cathian state overall, causing conflict and resistance to the capital to be a somewhat common occurrence. Although no actual violence has occurred yet, many times the powerful Palcoo fleet, and additional troops have been sent to quell any stirring of true rebellion by shows of force. Political strife, murder, and corruption is all to common and the ruling class is in a constant battle for control. Currently the Palcoo Island is unparalleled in both military and political power, and holds iron fisted sway over all the other isles.

The majority of Cathians are indigenous peoples to the islands. They are of copper skin, dark complexion and brown hair. Intermingled into their cities and population are the colonists of other nations settled there over the past hundred years and it is not uncommon to see a black, or fair haired individual amongst a crowd. They are a proud and cynical people, albeit intrepid, and adventurous. They are not known for giving in or being easily fooled. The national religion is monocratic, the worship of the god Cath, the volcanic deity that crafted the world with his fiery rage and temper. Other religions also exist despite an attempt by the Cath sect to stomp them out as heretical. The attempt was abandoned when the anger of hundreds of diverse peoples being persecuted for their cultural beliefs brought with them from their ancestral homelands reached a boiling point. Eventually the Cathians settled upon a compromise and allowed for religious and other cultural practices to continue quietly out of sight.

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I. Nation
- Population: 2
- Stability: 1
- Landmass: 1
- Demographics: 1
- Civilian Industry: 4
- Armaments Industry: 2
- Infrastructure: 3
- Naval Industry: 5

II. Military:
- Army Size: 2
- Army Training: 4
- Army Technology: 3

- Navy Size: 6
- Navy Training: 6
- Navy Technology: 5

III. Economics:
- Rare Resources: 6
- Common Resources: 3
- Luxury Resources: 5
- Bureaucracy: 4

Turn of the Century (A 1900s NRP)

Ooh, the Cathians have a competitor on the high seas. @mupersan