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I'm so sorry I completely forgot to tell you I'd be on vacation... I wont be able to post for about 3 more weeks :(
Rultaos said
You could imply that the outbreak may cause changes in him due to the previous state of his personality. Just be clear enough with what changes these are exactly.
No but these changes would be a bit difficult to predict, could it be okay if I add a little informal extra information in a hider or something?
Hmm how large would that uchfos forest be? My sirens need a deep ininhabited forest.
Also, if there are any races that wish to have some kind of history with the sirens, please tell me. (everything from resistance to their voice, to long time allies, to siren hunters etc. would spice up the lore a bit I think.)
Also, if there are any races that wish to have some kind of history with the sirens, please tell me. (everything from resistance to their voice, to long time allies, to siren hunters etc. would spice up the lore a bit I think.)
What if your character has changed a lot after the initial outbreak?
Hm yeah I had given the clone thing some thought, but not enough to realize how vulnerable this would make them to disease. But, in a way this makes sense, seeing as they are starting to get extinct. I would say they used to mingle with others a long time ago, resulting in many different lines. Over time however they started getting new traditions that discouraged such behavior, which slowly but surely became their undoing.
Would that make sense?
Would that make sense?
Shayre breathed out as he bend over to get another piece of dry wood, his right arm struggling to keep all the branches and pieces of bark from falling. He eyed the pile of wood next to the tree. Together with the wood in his arms, he thought he had enough to keep a fire going for the night, but he decided to get a bit more just to be sure. He would rather have too much than having to go out in the night to get more...
He shifted the weight of the wood on his arm, feeling it scratch in his skin as it slid back to its original position. Whatever, be stubborn, he thought to himself, hardly keeping himself from saying it out loud. If I start talking to branches it will be the end... He grinned as he straightened his back and headed back to the pile to drop off his heavy load.
Talking about the fruits had made him wary of his body, and he noticed he was constantly checking himself for signs of poisoning. Was that the beginning of a stomachache? Was he feeling sick, or just hungry? Was it really normal to start heaving after so little physical exercise? He shook his head and let the branches fall on the ground next to the pile. He was turning himself crazy. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, at least not beyond the obvious head wound and hunger.
A voice came from some ways behind him, ringing brightly through the air. He turned around to see the girls slowly carrying the shelter his way. "Do you think this is a good spot for the shelter, Shayre?" The new girl looked at him with her head to the side. She seemed to think this was some kind of field trip, and her voice was full with childlike enthusiasm. Shayre wondered for a while, looking at the tree. "Maybe a bit closer to the tree, so the canopy can deal with most of the water, I doubt our shelter will be completely waterproof..."
He smiled at the girl before kneeling down next to the pile. Her presence alone lifted spirits, and while he didn't share her apparent enthusiasm, he knew they needed someone around to keep up their morale. After fooling around for a while, trying to come up with a good design for a firestarter, he looked up at the girls, hoping one of them knew how to do it. As he lifted his head, he was just in time to see Jane fall, her eyes rolling up as she hit the floor.
"Fuck!"
He jumped on his feet, rushing forward at the girl. "Jane? Come on girl, stay with us!" He shook her by her shoulder to try and wake her up. Her body was limp in his arms, and for a second he thought she could be dead. Panic rushed through his body, and his heart seemed to miss every other beat as he leaned forward. Inspecting her closer, he realized she was still breathing.
Looking around, he realized something had to be done. She might not be dead, but standing still and celebrating that would not really help her either. He stood up and looked over at the girls. "Luna? I guess the shelter is fine where it is right now, try and get a fire started somewhat close to it, but not too close so it won't set it on fire." His voice sounded rather calm, at least a whole lot calmer than he felt. He just hoped Luna would know what to do. She seemed to have a basic understanding of how things worked... Maybe she had been a scout before.
"Akuma, help me get Jane underneath the shelter, then I want you to gather moss and leaves for bedding okay? First we'll get one for Jane, then it's our turn."
He shifted the weight of the wood on his arm, feeling it scratch in his skin as it slid back to its original position. Whatever, be stubborn, he thought to himself, hardly keeping himself from saying it out loud. If I start talking to branches it will be the end... He grinned as he straightened his back and headed back to the pile to drop off his heavy load.
Talking about the fruits had made him wary of his body, and he noticed he was constantly checking himself for signs of poisoning. Was that the beginning of a stomachache? Was he feeling sick, or just hungry? Was it really normal to start heaving after so little physical exercise? He shook his head and let the branches fall on the ground next to the pile. He was turning himself crazy. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, at least not beyond the obvious head wound and hunger.
A voice came from some ways behind him, ringing brightly through the air. He turned around to see the girls slowly carrying the shelter his way. "Do you think this is a good spot for the shelter, Shayre?" The new girl looked at him with her head to the side. She seemed to think this was some kind of field trip, and her voice was full with childlike enthusiasm. Shayre wondered for a while, looking at the tree. "Maybe a bit closer to the tree, so the canopy can deal with most of the water, I doubt our shelter will be completely waterproof..."
He smiled at the girl before kneeling down next to the pile. Her presence alone lifted spirits, and while he didn't share her apparent enthusiasm, he knew they needed someone around to keep up their morale. After fooling around for a while, trying to come up with a good design for a firestarter, he looked up at the girls, hoping one of them knew how to do it. As he lifted his head, he was just in time to see Jane fall, her eyes rolling up as she hit the floor.
"Fuck!"
He jumped on his feet, rushing forward at the girl. "Jane? Come on girl, stay with us!" He shook her by her shoulder to try and wake her up. Her body was limp in his arms, and for a second he thought she could be dead. Panic rushed through his body, and his heart seemed to miss every other beat as he leaned forward. Inspecting her closer, he realized she was still breathing.
Looking around, he realized something had to be done. She might not be dead, but standing still and celebrating that would not really help her either. He stood up and looked over at the girls. "Luna? I guess the shelter is fine where it is right now, try and get a fire started somewhat close to it, but not too close so it won't set it on fire." His voice sounded rather calm, at least a whole lot calmer than he felt. He just hoped Luna would know what to do. She seemed to have a basic understanding of how things worked... Maybe she had been a scout before.
"Akuma, help me get Jane underneath the shelter, then I want you to gather moss and leaves for bedding okay? First we'll get one for Jane, then it's our turn."
Okay, I will give this a try, I hope my race follows the rules. If it doesn't please tell me so I can change things around.
Race name: Sirens
History: Centuries ago, these creatures roamed the seas and dark forests, luring men to their untimely deaths. They lived far from civilization, only showing their beautiful faces to those they are about to kill. Now however, they seem to have all but disappeared, with only a handful left.
Strengths: Their singing voice is hard to resist, and so is their physical beauty. While not very skilled in combat, these women are well educated, and value arts above all others.
Description:
While the feathers are more colorful, they do have normal arms as well, and their faces are completely humanoid, this picture should give an idea:
These creatures were said to be incredibly vain, with their places in the hiearchy being solely determined by their physical beauty, and the beauty of their singing voice. With their beautiful wings, they were sometimes mistaken to be angels, despite the colorful nature of their feathers. Under the light of the full moon their appearance changed drastically, their skins starting to rot, filled with crawling maggots. Their beautiful feathers would fall out too, leaving their wings bare and ominous. Strangely enough, those Sirens that looked the most beautiful normally are affected the worst by this apparent curse.
Sirens are a completely female race, in general hating men to an almost unbelievable extend. A siren that fell in love with a man would be forever expelled from the sea, and might even be killed by their tribe.
Children: It is very rare for a child to be born in a Siren community, but it does happen. While Sirens are perfectly capable of giving birth to a child of a man, following normal procedures and resulting in a beautiful human child, their prefered method of conceiving is laying an egg out of which a child will come. This child has no father, and is a 100% genetic copy of her mother.
If more races will be decided on and one crosses their territory, I would love to have the races have some kind of history.
Race name: Sirens
History: Centuries ago, these creatures roamed the seas and dark forests, luring men to their untimely deaths. They lived far from civilization, only showing their beautiful faces to those they are about to kill. Now however, they seem to have all but disappeared, with only a handful left.
Strengths: Their singing voice is hard to resist, and so is their physical beauty. While not very skilled in combat, these women are well educated, and value arts above all others.
Description:
While the feathers are more colorful, they do have normal arms as well, and their faces are completely humanoid, this picture should give an idea:
These creatures were said to be incredibly vain, with their places in the hiearchy being solely determined by their physical beauty, and the beauty of their singing voice. With their beautiful wings, they were sometimes mistaken to be angels, despite the colorful nature of their feathers. Under the light of the full moon their appearance changed drastically, their skins starting to rot, filled with crawling maggots. Their beautiful feathers would fall out too, leaving their wings bare and ominous. Strangely enough, those Sirens that looked the most beautiful normally are affected the worst by this apparent curse.
Sirens are a completely female race, in general hating men to an almost unbelievable extend. A siren that fell in love with a man would be forever expelled from the sea, and might even be killed by their tribe.
Children: It is very rare for a child to be born in a Siren community, but it does happen. While Sirens are perfectly capable of giving birth to a child of a man, following normal procedures and resulting in a beautiful human child, their prefered method of conceiving is laying an egg out of which a child will come. This child has no father, and is a 100% genetic copy of her mother.
If more races will be decided on and one crosses their territory, I would love to have the races have some kind of history.
Interested!
Two questions:
Why are asian themed things a no-go?
What is the plot, why would our characters interact? (I know you said you had somethinh planned, but that isnt much to go from for me or others)
Why are asian themed things a no-go?
What is the plot, why would our characters interact? (I know you said you had somethinh planned, but that isnt much to go from for me or others)
I will join!
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