It's feeding time
How long has it been since you were conscious?
Perhaps the better question is: "Were you ever conscious to begin with, and are you now?" You let the words sink in for what might be a second or an eternity and you realize that you barely remember what it means to be conscious.
You find yourself floating through a sea of swirling darkness.
Or maybe you're not IN the darkness at all. You might as well be the darkness itself, because you can't find a way to make yourself distinct from it.
Every little word shaped in your mind echo out through the infinite void surrounding you, repeating itself over and over in a meaningless choir. Even then, you have difficulty keeping a coherent thought, as if you were barely awake, or even barely alive.
"Alive." This one word sticks to you, as though it would hold some form of significance. You don't remember the meaning of the word, but you remember that it is considered very important, and is very desirable.
And whatever it is, you are not right now.
As though a complex piece of machinery had been turned on, your mind is suddenly inundated with memories and thoughts. No details come up, but you still REMEMBER. You once had a life, a home. There were others that you cared for, and now everything is gone. The experience is, needless to say, unpleasant.
You start searching the darkness in distress, desperately attempting to find a way to return what you have lost. After looking around in what feels like 720 degrees, you see something in the distance. Or maybe it isn't distant, but just really small. It looks like light, but it doesn't shine, fluctuating in the middle of the abyss you have found yourself in. Whatever it is, you reach towards it, and a sensation floods through you, as though you were beings cleansed by immaterial water. As you touch the lightless thing, which you are unable to comprehend the form of despite clearly feeling it, your senses are overwhelmed and you're robbed of your consciousness once more.
The voice you awaken to is coarse, but clearly feminine. A cold three-fingered hand places itself upon your head and shakes it softly.
"As much as I hate interrupting your little nap, you have to get up now if you value your freedom."
Gathering the mental and physical strength to open your eyes, you are greeted by the sight of a orange reptilian creature with shed skin decorating its shoulders and legs and a red crest upon its head.
"You're awake, then? Good for you. You're lucky you appeared at night, or the pale ones would have found you. Now get up, we gotta bail."
Just by moving, you can feel that your body is alien to you. Whatever it was you once lived as, it was not this. Looking around, you find yourself in a forest of seemingly impossible structures of steel, stone, glass and wood. Realizing that you've yet to actually move, the reptile sighs at you.
"Listen pal, I know you're confused about the situation and I'd love to answer your questions. But this ain't the time, alright? The pale ones don't understand you, and there are others out there who hunt Dustborn- I mean your sort. What I'm saying is that I am helping you and you better get off your behind and follow me if you want your answers.
As she talks, she pushes a wooden beam, causing it to fall and move a large bin, revealing an opening in one of the structures. She crawls into it, and you having no better option, decide to follow her.
Tale of the Dustborn is a story about oppression. It's a story about personal freedom and standards. It's a story of survival in an alien world, and being lost in yourself.
You play as one of the Dustborn, an Pokémon that appeared out of nowhere in the human settlement of Castelia City. You are taken in by one of the several "packs" of wild Pokémon living in the city, hidden away from human eyes. Now a part of a group, you have to help collect food, defend your terriority from other packs and solve your own mystery. At the same time, you have to avoid gaining the attention of the humans, who will undoubtedly want to catch the wild Pokémon that has been stealing, breaking and generally causing unrest in the area. As if this wasn't enough trouble enough, all of the Dustborn suffer from amnesia to the point where their own bodies feel alien to them.
- Pretty standard RP rules here, No controlling the characters of others, no using knowledge you have but your characters does not, bold all the parts of your character sheet, etc.
This RP was created by taking inspiration from such things as the World of Darkness and Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. For best atmosphere, listen to some post rock like This Will Destroy You or Explosions in the Sky while filling in the character sheet.
Name: (Something simple will do)
Gender: (Male, female and just about whatever you feel like)
Species: (Anything in the New Unova Dex that isn't legendary will do. One thing to consider is that your character is not used to their body, and this is a pretty big deal)
Appearance: (Any deviation from the norm of you species should be added here)
Personality: (What's your character like? Explain it here)
Moves: (You'll always be able to just punch, kick, bite or whatever-other-body-part-can-be-used-to-cause-grevious-harm your opponent, but this is for your more flashy moves, directly based on the ones in the games. You can only have four, but you can be rather creative with this kind of stuff if you try)
Other: (Anything else?)