Post by Bakemono on Sept 12, 2007 18:36:44 GMT -5
(so I don't totally flood the board with all of em, just gonna post each one as a reply. lol)
1-Ginga RPG name: Bakemono (also the Furc username)
2-Pack/Loner(looking?): Loner, though does not object to gathering amongst others of "her kind" as allies.
3-Family: Mate=Experiment P4. Pups=Disarray, Mashin (means "devil), and Kagai (means "evil")
4-Appearance: Large, about P4's size (guessed at around 6-8 feet tall at the shoulder). Covered at the base with scales, fur poking out from underneath these. The fur is long enough to keep it from looking as sparse as it really is, so from most angles the scales are not overly noticeable. This is helped along by the fact that both are pitch black.
Her body's form retains most of its canine qualities, though the spine is at an awkward hunch - what you might expect of a werewolf crawling about on all fours. This makes her look less than graceful while walking, but at a run it seems to work in her favor, the uncurling of her body allowing extra reach for a stride.
A splash of dark, blood red lies across her back, presumably some scientist's childish toying with the color coding in her DNA, as it served no other purpose. Her eyes alone remain identical to the beast she was cloned from - a bold, almost luminous yellow.
Much like those of a cat, her claws are retractable. In addition to the claws in each of her paws, some sick twisted person decided to grow a set at the end of her tail which, aside from the fur, is also somewhat more reptilian in nature. Now, the shape of a dog's tail and a lizard's tail is much the same, but though a large dog can pack a hefty blow in his wag, a reptile can aim it. Aside from this unusual extra, there is nothing special about the claws. They break and file just as easily as any other animal's, so she has to take care of them to keep them sharp.
4.5-Species: She be a lab doggeh.
5-RP Sample: It was morning, and the birds were singing. Slowly, the beast opened one eye. Then the other. Still the melodious tunes from the birds played on. The motion was sudden. One heaving lunge, the neck stretched, jaws snapping. The birds sang no more.
Annoying creatures, and much too small to make a meal. But they did crunch so nicely. Bakemono dragged herself along to the water, peering into its shallows. She was a beautiful creature, in her own eyes. Much handsomer than some ordinary dog! Her ears, obviously shortened from their natural length, showed signs of past tearing. With a tilt of the head she regarded the ruff of fur about her neck, tossing it jovially until the scales were revealed below. In truth the fur wasn't thick, merely long enough to hide that it wasn't.
But her form held minor flaws. Wading into the stream, she lowered herself a bit, cooling the dark fur that was beginning to bake her in the sun. She much preferred to stay to the shadows, this one. Slowly, the beast upturned a paw. Another weakness. Calloused and hardened though they were, the pawpads still were not so armored as the rest of her. After a time some pest of a thorn had slipped its way in. It had gotten to be enough of a bother now that she had to work it out. Boring trivialities of the morning, really. Sooner or later she'd have to find something to eat. The village wasn't far.
But let them be at peace for now. There was plenty of time for chaos later.
6-History: Let this be a lesson to all you genetic gurus out there: when trying to create a hulking beast to serve your silly guard-doggie whims, check the temperament of the beastie you're cloning it from to make sure your now-stronger-than-you creation is actually trainable. And, you know, training it as a pup instead of isolating it in a lab and pumping it full of stuff might help. This monster is as antisocial as the wolf from whose genes she sprung - probably worse. But unlike Lyrak, humans do not seem to leave a bad taste in her mouth. Indeed, much like P4, she rather enjoys eating them. But it her case, she doesn't seem to see it as revenge. No, she does it with relish - perhaps her lack of proper socialization led her to believe these fleshy things were put in the lab just for her snacktime. But more likely she just doesn't care, and figures anything that moves is fair game for hunting.
In the search for the perfect living weapon, human scientists had often chosen dogs for their loyalty and connection to mankind. With this in mind, one of the team leaders decided that the ancestors of dogs had certain desireable qualities as well. But the Japanese breeds were hard to find, and far too small for his liking. There was a Canadian breed.... large, powerful moose-hunters that would serve his purpose well. So he took a small group across the ocean to track one down. The packs were too hard to follow - too many sets of eyes and ears to alert the rest. Then they found a loner - a wonderful specimen: healthy, large, and obviously with good survival skills to be out here on her own. This was the wolf they captured.
They kept her under sedation for a fair amount of time, taking samples and storing them away for use in their projects. Then, she was taken out of the lab, where she escaped. But they didn't care. The wolf itself had not been altered - they already had what they needed, and the new creature was already growing.
Alterations began before there was anything recognizable in the lump of cells growing in that tube. DNA from felines, birds, reptiles, all carefully engineered so that the result would, they hoped, be predictable. When it started to show features they applauded themselves. All was well so far. Then began the growth hormones. And always they checked the beasts progress.
As the creature grew old enough to walk, they used a series of treadmills and equipment to build its muscle, and a certain degree of training was used. But the interactions were that of operator and robot, not man and animal. This was, perhaps, their worst mistake. The beast, who now only just resembled a wolf, had no more affection for her human creators than she did for the plates of food they gave her twice a day.
This set the stage. One day she smelled the fresh air from outside, and managed to catch a glimpse out one of the doors. This was all she needed to decide she didn't want to be in the lab any longer. The beast broke out, trampling, clawing, or eating anyone who got between her and freedom.
Though Bakemono has been hunted since her escape, none have succeeded in capturing her.
Ref: www.deviantart.com/deviation/55162203/?qo=2&q=by%3Alyrak&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
1-Ginga RPG name: Bakemono (also the Furc username)
2-Pack/Loner(looking?): Loner, though does not object to gathering amongst others of "her kind" as allies.
3-Family: Mate=Experiment P4. Pups=Disarray, Mashin (means "devil), and Kagai (means "evil")
4-Appearance: Large, about P4's size (guessed at around 6-8 feet tall at the shoulder). Covered at the base with scales, fur poking out from underneath these. The fur is long enough to keep it from looking as sparse as it really is, so from most angles the scales are not overly noticeable. This is helped along by the fact that both are pitch black.
Her body's form retains most of its canine qualities, though the spine is at an awkward hunch - what you might expect of a werewolf crawling about on all fours. This makes her look less than graceful while walking, but at a run it seems to work in her favor, the uncurling of her body allowing extra reach for a stride.
A splash of dark, blood red lies across her back, presumably some scientist's childish toying with the color coding in her DNA, as it served no other purpose. Her eyes alone remain identical to the beast she was cloned from - a bold, almost luminous yellow.
Much like those of a cat, her claws are retractable. In addition to the claws in each of her paws, some sick twisted person decided to grow a set at the end of her tail which, aside from the fur, is also somewhat more reptilian in nature. Now, the shape of a dog's tail and a lizard's tail is much the same, but though a large dog can pack a hefty blow in his wag, a reptile can aim it. Aside from this unusual extra, there is nothing special about the claws. They break and file just as easily as any other animal's, so she has to take care of them to keep them sharp.
4.5-Species: She be a lab doggeh.
5-RP Sample: It was morning, and the birds were singing. Slowly, the beast opened one eye. Then the other. Still the melodious tunes from the birds played on. The motion was sudden. One heaving lunge, the neck stretched, jaws snapping. The birds sang no more.
Annoying creatures, and much too small to make a meal. But they did crunch so nicely. Bakemono dragged herself along to the water, peering into its shallows. She was a beautiful creature, in her own eyes. Much handsomer than some ordinary dog! Her ears, obviously shortened from their natural length, showed signs of past tearing. With a tilt of the head she regarded the ruff of fur about her neck, tossing it jovially until the scales were revealed below. In truth the fur wasn't thick, merely long enough to hide that it wasn't.
But her form held minor flaws. Wading into the stream, she lowered herself a bit, cooling the dark fur that was beginning to bake her in the sun. She much preferred to stay to the shadows, this one. Slowly, the beast upturned a paw. Another weakness. Calloused and hardened though they were, the pawpads still were not so armored as the rest of her. After a time some pest of a thorn had slipped its way in. It had gotten to be enough of a bother now that she had to work it out. Boring trivialities of the morning, really. Sooner or later she'd have to find something to eat. The village wasn't far.
But let them be at peace for now. There was plenty of time for chaos later.
6-History: Let this be a lesson to all you genetic gurus out there: when trying to create a hulking beast to serve your silly guard-doggie whims, check the temperament of the beastie you're cloning it from to make sure your now-stronger-than-you creation is actually trainable. And, you know, training it as a pup instead of isolating it in a lab and pumping it full of stuff might help. This monster is as antisocial as the wolf from whose genes she sprung - probably worse. But unlike Lyrak, humans do not seem to leave a bad taste in her mouth. Indeed, much like P4, she rather enjoys eating them. But it her case, she doesn't seem to see it as revenge. No, she does it with relish - perhaps her lack of proper socialization led her to believe these fleshy things were put in the lab just for her snacktime. But more likely she just doesn't care, and figures anything that moves is fair game for hunting.
In the search for the perfect living weapon, human scientists had often chosen dogs for their loyalty and connection to mankind. With this in mind, one of the team leaders decided that the ancestors of dogs had certain desireable qualities as well. But the Japanese breeds were hard to find, and far too small for his liking. There was a Canadian breed.... large, powerful moose-hunters that would serve his purpose well. So he took a small group across the ocean to track one down. The packs were too hard to follow - too many sets of eyes and ears to alert the rest. Then they found a loner - a wonderful specimen: healthy, large, and obviously with good survival skills to be out here on her own. This was the wolf they captured.
They kept her under sedation for a fair amount of time, taking samples and storing them away for use in their projects. Then, she was taken out of the lab, where she escaped. But they didn't care. The wolf itself had not been altered - they already had what they needed, and the new creature was already growing.
Alterations began before there was anything recognizable in the lump of cells growing in that tube. DNA from felines, birds, reptiles, all carefully engineered so that the result would, they hoped, be predictable. When it started to show features they applauded themselves. All was well so far. Then began the growth hormones. And always they checked the beasts progress.
As the creature grew old enough to walk, they used a series of treadmills and equipment to build its muscle, and a certain degree of training was used. But the interactions were that of operator and robot, not man and animal. This was, perhaps, their worst mistake. The beast, who now only just resembled a wolf, had no more affection for her human creators than she did for the plates of food they gave her twice a day.
This set the stage. One day she smelled the fresh air from outside, and managed to catch a glimpse out one of the doors. This was all she needed to decide she didn't want to be in the lab any longer. The beast broke out, trampling, clawing, or eating anyone who got between her and freedom.
Though Bakemono has been hunted since her escape, none have succeeded in capturing her.
Ref: www.deviantart.com/deviation/55162203/?qo=2&q=by%3Alyrak&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
