Welp, first time posting in at least eight months, and first time dipping my toes in the rp section of this forum. Let's hope I'm not too rusty.
The rp takes place (very loosely) in the Trials in Tainted Space universe, so the whole "furries and transformatives" thing is a given. Transformed characters that don't exist in the game are all well and good, just as long as you can describe them so we all know what you're talking about. As for the story itself, participants of this rp wake up in a strange monochrome room, scantily-clad in clothes that aren't their own, and with no memory as to how they got there. The only way out of the room? Various passageways. Tunnels, doors, trapdoors, leading into many, many more beyond each one. Through twists and turns, and traps a plenty, characters must strive to free themselves of this strange labyrinth, all while figuring out what in high hell they're there for in the first place. But, in more ways that one, your character is not alone. They start off with another rp'er as a partner, just as lost and confused and probably just as desperate for escape as they are. However, it just wouldn't be right without plenty of sexytime non-con encounters. As you attempt to traverse the maze, you'll find assortments of diverse biomes, determining to some degree the encounters you may find. Will you and your fellow labyrinthians work together to find one another, and eventually, an escape? Or will you get dragged off to a feral being's den, or be drugged beyond repair as the sex slave of a dragon-morph in perma-rut?
Anyways, this rp will commence once we've got a few people on board, and since I'm fairly inexperienced as gamemaster, I may be prone to my fair share of hiccups. The deeper intricacies of d20-based combat seems to have slipped my mind, so fights will be responded to by players, rather than determined by die, to align fairly with their stats. (I could be convinced otherwise though) Speaking of stats, the base stats will look like this:
STRENGTH : 3 (Your character's physical capabilities, including their ability to attack, to take attacks,
AGILITY: 3 (Your character's overall finesse, particularly when it comes to dodging attacks or running away)
CHARISMA: 3 (Your character's charm, dictating how they interact with other players, and encounters. Perhaps one could charm a sydian into not killing them? Perhaps they'd have to use a few shakes of the ass to do so?)
INTELLIGENCE: 3 (Your character's mental capabilities, including their skill at solving puzzles, untangling riddles, or working a computer)
Each individual stat will be capped at twenty, to give you an idea of where your character compares with the top as we're not using dice (Again, I could be convinced to change this) and everyone starts with fifteen stat points to distribute to their character. Now for the fun part, i.e., character sheet.
Name:
Gender/Sex: (identifies as female, but has a cock, for example)
Race: (If it's something that not everyone knows, please do explain)
Age: (No underage)
Personality:
Appearance: (A picture works, but detailed descriptions are nice too)
History: (Doesn't have to be too fancy. Or, it could be fancy. Your call)
Weapons: (You're allowed one dinky, simple melee weapon at the beginning, but you just may come across some fun toys throughout the labyrinth)
And let me know what you want to see fetish-wise, or, if you're drastically, drastically opposed to some specific kinks.
For example, here's the character I'll be using, Epsilon!
Name: Epsilon Eyres
Gender/Sex: Male, with the standard set of equipment (Possibly turning herm at some point)
Race: Half-Leithan/Human
Age: 22
Personality: A tad bit awkward and with a fleeting nature, Epsilon likes to look out for others, but when under stress, he may turn into a coward. Abandonment isn't in his nature, but his feet seem to control him more than his integrity does. Still, he's loving, and longs to be loved. Despite his chaste description, he knows what he likes, and his libido quite often betrays him. His attention span is either of the two extremes: focused til the end, or flitting from one project to another with reckless abandon.
Appearance: Standing just shy of six feet, his ruffled white hair just barely covers his neck. His legs are scaled all up and down, with standard Lizan claw feet that are a sandy yellow. Further up his legs, his scales turn orange, with a sheathed, dark blue, self-lubing, eight-inch draconic cock, with a knot at the base that's about three inches thick. His balls are internal, though they can churn up quite the load when the moment calls. The scales on his pelvis and thighs are dark teal, and his fairly-plump ass is tight, but definitely not unused. With tanned, fleshy human skin on his stomach, chest, and back, his scales make a comeback all across his shoulders and arms, the same teal as his midsection, with five fingers on each hand, and typical Lizan claws. His face is mostly androgynous, with a few notable traces of masculinity here and there, while his friendly green eyes hold a surefire gentleness to them. A flexible, aphrodisiac-coated tongue lashes around in his mouth, the same blue as his dick. (Color palette of a flat lizard) *EDIT* Forgot to mention, he's got a prehensile scaled Lizan tail, the same dark-teal as much of the rest of him, but with traces of darker blue on the underside.
History: Born to a business-obsessed Leithan mother, and a libido-driven human father, Epsilon made his living and held his own lugging technical equipment in and out of Tarkus, while taking odd jobs along the way. He never made enough to buy his own ship, nor the opportunity to learn how to fly one, but his hardworking lifestyle, although lonely, kept him well enough to enjoy his leisurely life. When he's not working, he spends his time in the junkyard, tinkering with what he can find that's worth finding, and keeping his wits sharp with the occasional game of cat and mouse with the Raskvel. He's had his run-ins with the Sydians a time or twelve, giving him some degree of combat experience, but not quite enough to have protected his anal virginity from the aliens.
Weapon: A worn and weathered old pickaxe
Stats:
STR: 8
AGI: 4
CHA: 5
INT: 10
Anyway, let's hope I'm not forgetting anything too important. Drop your character submissions below and the adventure will sooner-or-later commence!
The rp takes place (very loosely) in the Trials in Tainted Space universe, so the whole "furries and transformatives" thing is a given. Transformed characters that don't exist in the game are all well and good, just as long as you can describe them so we all know what you're talking about. As for the story itself, participants of this rp wake up in a strange monochrome room, scantily-clad in clothes that aren't their own, and with no memory as to how they got there. The only way out of the room? Various passageways. Tunnels, doors, trapdoors, leading into many, many more beyond each one. Through twists and turns, and traps a plenty, characters must strive to free themselves of this strange labyrinth, all while figuring out what in high hell they're there for in the first place. But, in more ways that one, your character is not alone. They start off with another rp'er as a partner, just as lost and confused and probably just as desperate for escape as they are. However, it just wouldn't be right without plenty of sexytime non-con encounters. As you attempt to traverse the maze, you'll find assortments of diverse biomes, determining to some degree the encounters you may find. Will you and your fellow labyrinthians work together to find one another, and eventually, an escape? Or will you get dragged off to a feral being's den, or be drugged beyond repair as the sex slave of a dragon-morph in perma-rut?
Anyways, this rp will commence once we've got a few people on board, and since I'm fairly inexperienced as gamemaster, I may be prone to my fair share of hiccups. The deeper intricacies of d20-based combat seems to have slipped my mind, so fights will be responded to by players, rather than determined by die, to align fairly with their stats. (I could be convinced otherwise though) Speaking of stats, the base stats will look like this:
STRENGTH : 3 (Your character's physical capabilities, including their ability to attack, to take attacks,
AGILITY: 3 (Your character's overall finesse, particularly when it comes to dodging attacks or running away)
CHARISMA: 3 (Your character's charm, dictating how they interact with other players, and encounters. Perhaps one could charm a sydian into not killing them? Perhaps they'd have to use a few shakes of the ass to do so?)
INTELLIGENCE: 3 (Your character's mental capabilities, including their skill at solving puzzles, untangling riddles, or working a computer)
Each individual stat will be capped at twenty, to give you an idea of where your character compares with the top as we're not using dice (Again, I could be convinced to change this) and everyone starts with fifteen stat points to distribute to their character. Now for the fun part, i.e., character sheet.
Name:
Gender/Sex: (identifies as female, but has a cock, for example)
Race: (If it's something that not everyone knows, please do explain)
Age: (No underage)
Personality:
Appearance: (A picture works, but detailed descriptions are nice too)
History: (Doesn't have to be too fancy. Or, it could be fancy. Your call)
Weapons: (You're allowed one dinky, simple melee weapon at the beginning, but you just may come across some fun toys throughout the labyrinth)
And let me know what you want to see fetish-wise, or, if you're drastically, drastically opposed to some specific kinks.
For example, here's the character I'll be using, Epsilon!
Name: Epsilon Eyres
Gender/Sex: Male, with the standard set of equipment (Possibly turning herm at some point)
Race: Half-Leithan/Human
Age: 22
Personality: A tad bit awkward and with a fleeting nature, Epsilon likes to look out for others, but when under stress, he may turn into a coward. Abandonment isn't in his nature, but his feet seem to control him more than his integrity does. Still, he's loving, and longs to be loved. Despite his chaste description, he knows what he likes, and his libido quite often betrays him. His attention span is either of the two extremes: focused til the end, or flitting from one project to another with reckless abandon.
Appearance: Standing just shy of six feet, his ruffled white hair just barely covers his neck. His legs are scaled all up and down, with standard Lizan claw feet that are a sandy yellow. Further up his legs, his scales turn orange, with a sheathed, dark blue, self-lubing, eight-inch draconic cock, with a knot at the base that's about three inches thick. His balls are internal, though they can churn up quite the load when the moment calls. The scales on his pelvis and thighs are dark teal, and his fairly-plump ass is tight, but definitely not unused. With tanned, fleshy human skin on his stomach, chest, and back, his scales make a comeback all across his shoulders and arms, the same teal as his midsection, with five fingers on each hand, and typical Lizan claws. His face is mostly androgynous, with a few notable traces of masculinity here and there, while his friendly green eyes hold a surefire gentleness to them. A flexible, aphrodisiac-coated tongue lashes around in his mouth, the same blue as his dick. (Color palette of a flat lizard) *EDIT* Forgot to mention, he's got a prehensile scaled Lizan tail, the same dark-teal as much of the rest of him, but with traces of darker blue on the underside.
History: Born to a business-obsessed Leithan mother, and a libido-driven human father, Epsilon made his living and held his own lugging technical equipment in and out of Tarkus, while taking odd jobs along the way. He never made enough to buy his own ship, nor the opportunity to learn how to fly one, but his hardworking lifestyle, although lonely, kept him well enough to enjoy his leisurely life. When he's not working, he spends his time in the junkyard, tinkering with what he can find that's worth finding, and keeping his wits sharp with the occasional game of cat and mouse with the Raskvel. He's had his run-ins with the Sydians a time or twelve, giving him some degree of combat experience, but not quite enough to have protected his anal virginity from the aliens.
Weapon: A worn and weathered old pickaxe
Stats:
STR: 8
AGI: 4
CHA: 5
INT: 10
Anyway, let's hope I'm not forgetting anything too important. Drop your character submissions below and the adventure will sooner-or-later commence!
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