[OOC + Signups] Curse of Arcais

[Zora of Termina]

In the time long before recorded history in the land of Arcias, there comes a legend about the Furres, a race of people with animal-like attributes. This legend states that at first, there were only humans, roaming alone on the planet, hunting and killing animals as they pleased. The gods saw this and became angry, punishing the humans with sin and disease, and also creating a new race of people. One with very animal-like features, to live alongside the humans and act as the balance between them and the wildlife.

In this world, there is abundant nature and wildlife. The Furres are not treated as freaks like they would in our world. Instead they have become an important asset to society. They are teachers, doctors, scholars, builders and other such things, working alongside the humans. In this world, the keeping of animals as pets is punishable by law, although humans who have been taught the language of the animals have been known to have animal companions.

For years, the Furres and humans have lived peacefully. There have, of course, been wars, but they have never been specifically on account of race. Sure, there are racists, proclaiming that the Furres were created to serve the humans, or that they were an abomination not of God. It goes the other way too, but both types are few and far between.

However, word has spread of a virus afflicting both human and Furre. For the former, it slowly drives the person mad as they die, then takes over their body entirely and rots it away, while for the latter it also painfully reverts them into the form of an animal. News is going around of groups of these creatures destroying villages and seeking more people to infect. There is no known cure for this sudden zombie outbreak, the only one seeming to be going to the gods themselves.

You are either a Furre or a human, seeking to find the cure to this mysterious disease. The journey will be long and perilous. Are you up to the task?

Rules:
-Mary-Sueism will be brutally, bloodily murdered on-sight.
-No chatspeak, use correct grammar.
-If it's not at least one line of text on a 1024x768 monitor, it's too small.
-USE THE DAMN ENTER KEY. No one likes a wall of text. Especially not on a form. Makes them hard to read.
-ABSOLUTELY no godmodding.
-If you get attacked, remember that you can't dodge everything.
-To be a Furre, you may be some sort of mythological creature as long as it's within reason. For example, a kitsune or nekomata would be allowed, but not with magical powers. Multiple-headed creatures won't be allowed.
-Half-breeded Furres are allowed. For example, a cross between a cat and a bird Furre, or something.
-FMC is the co-runner of this RP. Which means she has as much power to accept or reject a form, or control events as I do.
-If you've read these rules, fit "antidisestablishmentarianism" in your form somewhere.

Form -

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species: (Are you a human or a Furre? If the latter, what are your animal attributes?)
Appearance: (Try to be at least marginally detailed)
Personality: (It's fine if it's not that long, but at least put a little effort into it.)
BIO: (What's your character's past? How does he know about this virus? Are there any little things that we should know that aren't already covered but aren't exactly "other"?)
Other: (Exactly what it says on the tin)

I'll put in my form later. c:

 

[Coloursfall]

kekekeke.

Name: Crimson
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Species: Furre - Utahraptor

Appearance: Crimson is a very large Furre, measuring in at just over six and a half feet and weighing almost 200 pounds, all of it muscle. She walks upright like most humans, though she walks like a digitigrade (on the toes, like a cat or dog). She is covered all over by a very thin layer of feathers, but the tip of her tail and her head have a long crest on them. Her wrists and ankles also feature longer feathers. Her main body is a dull brown in colour, though the crests are a bright blood red. Her head is shaped like a raptor's and her neck is a little bit longer than an average human's. Her feet are tipped in long sharp claws, as are her hands, but her feet have a special claw; the long killing claw. It measures about six inches long and can cut through flesh like a knife through butter. Since she is a reptile, she lacks breasts and is easily mistaken for a man. She has ears, though they are long and pointed.

She usually wears specially made blue jeans, sweatshirts, and no shoes. Her clothes are usually red tones, which is her favourite colour.

Personality: Crimson is a curious person, and will stick her long nose in places she probably shouldn't be sticking it more often than not. She tends to speak very loudly and voice her opinions to anyone who will listen to them. If she's angered, however (which is hard to do), she will suddenly turn quiet and sullen, and enough pushing will eventually make her use her killing claw.

She dislikes having to deal with children, finding them much to willing to annoy her, which might provoke her, so she avoids them. She also loathes the thought of having 'carnal relations' with anyone. She's very bright, though she doesn't seem to show it much.

BIO: Crimson was born to working parents and was raised by her older sister most of her life. Her mother was a doctor and her father a local politician, so she had access to the best that was available, and she never really liked it. She preferred to nose about on the streets, looking for knowledge her 'prefect' parents could not provide her. She ended up joining a small gang of humans and Furres and running rampant with them. She was the group's brains, as well as being particularly intimidating to look at.

Eventually she was pulled off the streets by her family at the age of 17 and forced into a private school. She took it well, and managed to graduate with honours. She was going through art school when the epidemic hit.

Other: She is skilled in hand-to-hand combat and with brass knuckles.

PICTURE

 

[Zora of Termina]

Of course you're accepted, FMC.

Name: Aderyn Voss

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Species: Furre - Kitsune/Hawk

Appearance: Rusty red fur coats her entire body, broken only by black markings under her eyes. Nine tails spring out of her backside, usually just hanging down to her ankles. She stands like a human, but with a very digitigrade-esque gait. She stands 5' 9", and weighs about 112 lbs. Her eyes are a bright yellow-ish green. Two large grayish brown wings sprout from her back, though she can't fly with them very well yet. She can only hover for a few seconds at most, but she is learning. She enjoys wearing bright colors that clash with her fur, and skirts, because finding pants that have cuts for her nine tails is very difficult. If she must wear shoes, they're open-toed. Her ears are like a fox's, coming through the longer hair on her head at the top. The shape and structure of her face is also very vulpine. And down her back is a row of feathers that are a reddish brown.

Personality: In short... she's a ham. She loves to overdo and overact wherever possible, and has difficulty stopping this when the situation requires her to be quiet and reserved. She's gotten kicked out of many a formal affair for this. When she's angry, she will get even louder, and she will often not think and throw the first punch.

BIO: Aderyn grew up on the streets, wishing for a better life for her and her single mother. Her mother worked at a shop, but it didn't pay much and nobody would house them for long. So eventually, they took to living under a bridge, begging and taking anything a pitying person had to offer. Aderyn hated this life, but never complained since her mother would often profess that at least having a loving parent with no home was better than an abusive parent in the best of homes. Eventually though, they did save enough to buy a small shack and a few new outfits.

Aderyn was never able to afford schooling, and thus isn't very reliable when it comes to things like book-smarts. She's a street-savvy person though, and she talks like it, often with a certain disregard for spoken grammar because she doesn't know any better. People who encounter her often call her ignorant and stupid because of it.

She was able to find a job at around 18, and was still working when the virus hit.

Other: She carries around a knife with her in her pocket because one never knows who could be going around on the streets. Also, antidisestablishmentarianism.

 

[Ven]

Name:Arthan

Gender:Male

Age:16

Species:Furre-Wolf

Appearance: Is about 5 feet even, that wolf ears, a slight muzzle, clawed hands, has the main stature of a human, has small patches of black fur on the back of his hands, on the feet, the chest, and on his head. Has the weight of about 110 and has wolf eyes with a black iris. And likes black clothing.

Personality: Headstrong, an idealist, and reckless. He is merciful,but not to much. Knows how to look out for himself and a little entrusting. And is cunning to but. He can also hold a grudge for a long time.

BIO: He was born a Furre from 2 other Wolf Furres. When he was born, he was in a substandard family with a steady income. At the age of ten, he had to hide in a closet as his parents were murdered in front of his eyes. That obviously mentaly scarred him. Luckly his parents had a bank acvount, and th murderer was just a racist, not a robber. So he had a solid 1000$ in the bank. But since he was ten, he had to go to an orphanage. But he hated it there. The owner was a racist, and made him live in the attic. So he ran away. So he lives on the streets, doing anything to get some money. 1000$ won't last forever. At 14, he enrolled in sword lessons in order to protect himself and to avenge his parents. His teacher saw potential in him, so he took him in to get private, twin-blade lessons. And to this day, he is still looking for the person who killed his parents. He has no care for the curse, only to kill that man.

Other: He has 2 katanas on his back and waist. And a pendent with a picture of his parents around his neck. Also antidisestablishmentarianism.

 

[Sylph]

Name: Moony
Gender: Herm.
Age: 25
Species: Furre: Fox/Ferret....what with the look?

Appearance: Moony's entire body is a light brown, except for hir belly, hands, tip of tail, and feet which are white. They have a single dark brown stripe over hir nose and multiple stripes along hir arms, legs, and tail short of the white markings. Moony stands like a human, but walks like a digitigrade, standing at about 6' 0'' even. Shi wears baggy blue jeans and a baggy shirt over hir thin, long body, making them look like a bum or bag lady at times. On hir left ear is a tag earring that ends with a pale blue orb, a necklace with a pale green orb, a trio of bracelets on hir right wrist with the middle one housing a pale pink stone, and a stripe of white bandages on either leg with a section coloured a pale yellow on each leg. Hir hair is naturally white with streaks dyed green, yellow, pink, and blue. Hir eyes are a hazel brown with flecks of gold in them, and long fox like ears with tuffs of white fur at the ends.

Personality: Moony is a very silent foxxet, refraining from speaking to anyone unless shi must speak to them. Shi would really sit in the corner of a room with a book than go out in the streets and cause bloody noses and broken bones. Though shi is quiet, shi isn't a weak nerd that won't defend hir friends...even though those "friends" are books.

One of the main reasons shi avoids people is because shi is afraid what others would think if shi told them that the voices of hir dead siblings speak to hir in hir mind. Shi keeps to hirself because shi believes that others would call hir insane.


BIO: Moony was once one of a set of quintuplets, be shortly after birth, hir four other siblings died as infants. Heart broken and depressed, hir mother refused to hold hir or take care of hir for the first five years of hir life, so hir father was the main care taker of Moony. Though Moony is both genders, shi was raised as a daughter by hir father, and later as a son by hir mother once the mother's depression passed. As Moony grew, shi came to a conclusion that everyone would see hir as a certain gender no matter what she did, so it would be a great hassle to tell them that shi was technically both and decided to let them believe what they want about hir gender. The only ones that would know that shi was a herm are others that she considered friends, living or paper in covers.

Shi studied throughout school and was at the top of hir classes til the end of high school. The only reason the other children at school knew of hir existence was because she was always the name at the top of all list of highest scores in tests and exams, making hir the bane of other intellectual students that strive for perfection. When approached for other students, shi would fall silent and shy away as quickly as possible.

Shi works in a library as a book stocker by choice, preferring to be as far away from people as possible. Shi's a little anti-social and likes to be alone with hir books. Shi was still working this job when shi learned of this virus by over hearing others in the library when stocking books.

Other: When angered, shi has a great skill at tossing very large and very heavy books at people's skulls with deadly precision. Shi also has the awesome ability to twist hir entire body around in a 360. Shi also happens to have...voices that talk to her. These voices are believed to be hir four dead siblings

Hir/Shi = Terms for Herms...like Her/She is for girls, and Him/He for guys.

Also. antidisestablishmentarianism

 

[Dragon]

How many characters can we have? :o

Name: Janary
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Species: Human

Appearance: Janary has light brown slightly curly hair usually kept in a very messy ponytail and wears thin-rimmed glasses. She's rather short, standing at 4'9", and isn't very curvy. Haha. Janary's left arm is currently in a cast, though without it she weighs in at 96 lbs. She has plain light brown eyes almost the same colour of her hair, and usually wears a plain white shirt and cargo pants. Her skin is rather tanned from being in the sun way too long, and around her wrist is a tan line from a watch or bracelet.

Personality: Janary is a shy, bookish person, who strongly dislikes blood and violence. She likes to be outside and goes hiking often, and is rather athletic, despite her appearance. She's very small and short, and stays out of the way of bigger people since she feels awkward around them, and is pretty friendly. Janary is surprised easily and laughs loudly. She doesn't believe in antidisestablishmentarianism.

BIO: Janary lived in a small apartment with her mom and one younger sister until she was seventeen, and moved away to go to college. Even now, she lives in a dorm with two very loud roommates, though she doesn't have class for a while. Janary likes having her own corner of space in the dorm, so unlike her apartment, where she had to sleep on the same bed with her mom (who snored) and her sister, and everything she owned was from a thrift shop.

Janary works at a small but loud coffee shop as a waitress, and hears a lot of things over the counter, one of these things being a rumor about some virus. It doesn't really worry her, though Janary always has the panic button under the counter if anything happens.

Other: Janary has no idea about how to fight, and doesn't want to learn.

 

[Zora of Termina]

Only one.

All accepted. ;D

 

[Thorne]

I reserve because I do not have enough time right now.

 

[Flareth]

Name: Harley Sandstorm

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Species: Furre-Skunk

Appearance: Where a normal female human would have head hair, she has long black fur that goes down to her back. Her head fur also has the stripe skunks are known for. The fur looks like hair, so people may think she is human at first glance. Until...you see that she has a tail sticking out of her specially made jeans. She wears a red sweater and a goldern heart locket. She has sectoral heterochromia, so her left eye is half gold and half green while her right eye is just green.

Personality: She's the Rebellious Spirit of the group. She isn't afraid to use her stink to drive away enemies or people who just are peeving her. She is headstrong and reckless. She's known to get herself into many situations because of this. She also has many things that bug her, but she doesn't fly into a rage, like most. The most she will do is use her stink on you.


BIO: She was born to a country farmer and his wife, a Furre Nurse. She lived on whatever her father could scrap up and the money her mother made. It never seemed to last.

She had big dreams, however. You know, the typical "become a singer, get married, have a huge family while I tour" mentality. Okay, maybe it's not that typical, but...

When she turned 15, she hopped on a train to the city. In the city, she met the son of a guy who worked at a big time production label. They started dating. She was about to get her big break when her boyfriend fall victim to the virus.

Other: She hates her last name. And you too, antidisestablishmentarianism!

 

[Momoharu]

Name: Chester Chrome

Gender: Male

Age: 52

Species: Furre, bear

Appearance: Chester is as big as a bear, weighing in at about 300 pounds and towering at 7 feet tall. He's also very old, with a long gray beard and streaks of gray in his fur. His eyes are a dark brown color, and his fur was originally a rich brown, although now dulled and grayed a bit. His face is wrinkled, and his body isn't very strong, as he has lost the strength he had in his prime, although he can be surprisingly agile. He wears a pair of bifocals, a brown vest with a bronze tie, khaki trousers and a light brown trenchcoat over it all. He also carries an african walking stick, used as both a cane and as a weapon.

Personality: Chester is a very curious man, always glad to learn something new. He is old and wise, although it tends to be canceled out by his overeager attitude when he's interested in something. He is also known to be a rather calculating person at times, trying to map things out in his mind. When nothing's going on, however, he enters cranky old man mode.

BIO: Chester was born into a family of bear furre's, and like his father, became a scholar to learn about all the mysteries of the world. He didn't become a scholar for a particular thing, instead branching out to many things at once. For a short spell, he was a monk at an unnamed temple, learning a martial art revolving around staff skills, and also received his walking stick from that temple. He traveled for many years, and was unaware of his mother and father's passing.

When he heard his brother had passed away at the hands of the virus, he wanted to find a cure for the virus, and set out, despite his old age, to figure out this one great mystery that took the only family he had left.

Other: Wears a lot of clothing because his fur has thinned out, and so you can see the wrinkles on his face and the slightly softened muscles oh his arms. Oh, and antidisestablishmentarianism.

 

[Coloursfall]

Very good, you two. :3 Approved.

 

[Eta Carinae]

Name: Jasper Brickart
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Species: Human
Appearance: Short, skinny, and with almost no muscle. He is quite pale and wears brown-framed glasses. HE has short black hair with a spiked up fringe at the front. HE has a scar on the palm of his right hand from being attacked by a Furre being attacked by the disease (though he didn't know this)
Personality: Is one of those average people who is not easily noticed. He has only a few friends, has "passing" grades and loves video games, but he's not obsessed. He has a mortal fear of Furres after being attacked by one and has trouble working with them on stopping the disease. He is slightly neurotic and over-emotional, but he is quite loyal, with an obsessive desire to stop the disease.
BIO: Jasper lived a relatively normal life until he was seven years old when he was attacked by a diseased Furre. After the encounter he became afraid of them. On the day of his 13th birthday his house was attacked by diseased humans. His entire family was killed and he only managed to escape by crawling under his upturned fridge and faking death (which he admits is about the only impressive thing he's ever done. He's been living on the streets ever since, and many people think he's a "freak" child. He is secretly trying to find a way to stop the terrible disease, though he isn't very lucky in his endeavors. He is still in contact with his friends and distant family, though they say he is crazy to try to stop the disease. He has been slowly pushing them away in his stubbornness.
Other: Is a speedy runner even with his lack of physique. Antidisestablishmentarianism

EDIT: Sorry, didn't realize this thread's last post was over a month old -_- Please delete...