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"WOO ACTION!" Mina exclaimed, raising her arms in the air. "Personally, I don't really care if I leave here or not, but I'll go with you guys for the plot- I mean action and adventure!"

(WARNING. WARNING. FOURTH WALL BROKEN. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE REPARE.)

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A few random townsfolk gather, drawn by the scent of food. They whispered things to each other, all while casting glances at the stranger. After a few moments of this, the same man who had greeted Vilsig stepped forth. "I recognize that cloth. You work awfully fast."

 

"Exactly! Mena- er, Mina gets it!" He clapped happily. "Who doesn't love action and adventure? No one!"

Hi.

Sorry to interrupt, but i saw this thread and thought i would apply(If you still accept applications after 40 pages of roleplaying, of course). If not, i totally understand and i will excuse myself from the thread immediately. Onto the application...

 

Name: Wicketon

Race: Human, with a mix of something a little more... Feline.

 

History:

Wicketon lived in a thriving, beautiful town. This might not seem important, but you see, this town in particular hated felines and cats in any way they could, and believed them to be pests. However, young Wicketon loved cats. He nurtured them secretly, until one day a particularly cruel townsfolk wandered across his hidden cat nursery. He was shunned from society, and forced to live in the alleyways(It was a urban town, you see). Then, one life-changing day, with his favorite, faithful feline at his side, he ran across a particularly lanky and dapper man. "Hey, pal" He greeted. "You don't look so good". Wicketon replied: "Well, yes, mostly because i'm not particularly well. If you don't like my cat, you have the free will to leave this alleyway". "No, no, not at all" Said the mysterious man. "You see, i can help you with your current... Situation". Of course, Wicketon was intrigued. "You would do that?", Wicketon replied. "Course, just close your eyes" Said the man. So Wicketon did, and next he remembered, he was on a odd island, with his faithful cat at his side, looking concerned. "Are you okay, sir?" The cat mewled. Wicketon was shocked. His. Cat. Could. Talk. And he was stranded, with no one to admire it...

The rest of his journal is ripped to shreds. Something else happened to him...

TLDR: Maxwell tricked him, sent him to his world, and gave his cat english lessons. 

 

Personality: Kind, but cruel and angry when hurt. That's mostly just because deep inside, he's scared of literally everything.

Appearance: Feline eyes, tan-brown skin, his eyes are also green.

 

Strengths:

1. Can brew a mean tankard of mead. It's made of corn, water, and honey- and it tastes delicious

2. Has a talking cat. He is very loyal, but not too useful in combat. It can also grow in size, to

about the size of a horse. Wicketon can ride him.

3. Agile and can dodge attacks easily.

 

Weaknesses: 

1. Turns into a cat when heavily injured. It moves at the same speed as when he's human, and is weaker in every other way. Also very fragile.

2. Food that doesn't taste good isn't good for his digestion(Vomits when he eats any mushrooms or monster meat)

3. Even the weakest attacks can crumple him. He also doesn't hit as hard as most people.

4. Scared of everything, except for his pet cat. Be cautious during first impressions, or else he might run.

 

Etc: Has a rapier, but he doesn't really know how to use it.

 

 

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Judas thought at escape. Did he really want to leave? This was a whole new world, where people had no idea the burden he was. Did he want to go home, where everyone would shun and scorn him for mere existence? Then again, was this world even real, or was it some dream his troubled mind conjured as an escape from his miserable reality? He needed more information before he decided, to defer if this world was real or an illusion.

 

With that in mind, he sighed "So how exactly do you plan on getting us out of here?"

(Oopsy poopsies.

Wicketon is accepted. Good luck finding an adequate place to introduce him.)

"Doesn't matter what they let us do, Lefay. We'll fight our way out anyway!" He chuckled, then looked up at the sky. "I know how to open up a rift that will let us travel from this place to wherever it is that we came from. Problem is, it's gotta be in a pretty scary place for it to work."

 

The townsfolk frowned, and a few grabbed the kebabs, taking small bites out of it. The man watched Vilsig carefully, and took a step back, gazing on silently.

(Wicketon can brew alcohol, eh? I think Mina will like him.)

"Where's the fun in knowing what you're doing?" Mina replied to Lefay. "Some of the best stuff happens when you have no clue what you're doing. Remember how I told you about how I mounted that giant wolf? I had no idea what I was doing! I just made it up as I went along. I had no idea if I would kill it or I would fail miserably and die or what, but you know what? IT WAS AWESOME! And I didn't die! So everything worked out!"

She pauses for a long moment trying to think of a fitting line to end her rant with.

"And that is why there are pumpkins." She ends before bowing.

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The kebabs were cooked perfectly, and had a delicious taste to them.  Every time one of the townsfolk took a bite, VIlsig paused for a split second before resuming; it would have taken a well-trained eye and a focused mind to notice this, and the villagers had neither at the moment. 

 

"Come one, come all!  Let hunger be your master no more!  Food for everyone!"  Vilsig called, waving more kebabs in the air.

(Time for a introduction!)

(Color coding

Red = Wicketon

Green = Cat

Brown = Other)

 

Wicketon was sitting at his campfire, when he heard the meow of his furry friend."I think the mead is ready"said the feline. Wicketon responded with a: "Sure. Let me check"

The mead was indeed ready. Wicketon poured himself a little into his makeshift potato cup(Sorry, i couldn't resist), and drank it down in one gulp. "Ah. That was much more successful than the last one" he said.

"Okay. I'm going to go out for a bit. Manage our base while i'm exploring, okay? inquired Wicketon. "Sure thing" responded the cat. 

So Wicketon went exploring the dark forest he now called home.

While exploring, he came across a odd scratch on a tree that formed a sentence in such a way that it could not be the work of a animal. 

"Vilsig, we went this way" was scratched into the tree, accompanied by a arrow. 

"What the hell is a Vilsig? Wicketon wondered aloud. "Hmm... might as well follow the arrow"

 

So follow the arrow he did.

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(Well played. That was certainly pretty clever.)

 

Tiresias frowned. "Who says I have no idea about what I'm doing? I've got lots of ideas, and plenty of 'em are vaguely related to the topic at hand. But we can't start going now. Let's camp out here for the night, and head out in the morning."

 

The rest of the touwnsfolk, save the original one, grabbed kebabs and began chowing down, giving thanks and applause to the stranger handing them out.

(What is clever?)

 

"Please, please, there's no need to thank me."  Vilsig says, waving away the townsfolk's applause.  "I'm just here to help."

 

He turns to the man who sold him the cloth, holding out a kebab.  "Won't you eat?  You've helped me so much, you really deserve it."

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