Victory Road Sample: Shrike was not the kind of person to panic easily. Whether it was quietly enduring bullying for years, or struggling to find his way alone through a mountain forest at night, he was usually able to keep his feelings in check and get through whatever the problem was before finding someplace safe and alone to vent. But suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place--somehow inside a house, at that!--with a complete stranger acting very, well, strangely, and not a single idea where he was or how he'd gotten there? Well, suffice it to say he'd bolted out of there so quickly it's a wonder he didn't leave a cloud of dust in his wake.
Once safely outside, catching his breath in the shadow of another building a short distance away, he attempted to take stock of the situation. The last thing he could recall was that he'd been returning to the quartermaster after running an errand, then he was abruptly no longer in Tetson's army's camp, but, well, wherever here is. No warning, no sign he'd notice of any spells... A thought struck him at that, and he held out a hand in front of him, muttering a simple incantation.
Nothing happened. After staring dumbfounded at his palm for a second or two, Shrike clutched at his hood, pulling it down and forward in front of his face where he could see the underside. No, there was no sign of the enchantment that was supposed to be there, either. He grimaced to himself as he let the hood slide back into position, but at least he did still have that much. An ordinary, unenchanted hood was still far better than nothing.
He stood there in the building's shadow for several more long minutes, trying to decide what in the world he was supposed to do now. Finally, he let out a small sigh. He'd been on his own plenty in the past, even before he'd finally fled to make his way alone he'd hardly ever had much by way of companions, let alone friends. Just because he'd gotten used to having meals and a bed provided for him in the month with Tetson's army didn't mean he couldn't fend for himself if he had to.
So, he started with the bag. He still wasn't sure about keeping it as he hadn't known why he was handed it in the first place, but seeing what's inside wouldn't hurt, at least. There were some pretty standard-looking supplies, clothes and some food and such, a most peculiar-looking object he couldn't yet make heads or tails of, and several brightly-colored red and white balls. Shrike reached for one of the latter, wanting to take a closer look, but no sooner had he taken it out when it snapped open, releasing some kind of light.
Shrike made a small sound of surprised and jumped back, dropping bag and ball both as he did so. Luckily, the bag missed the spot where the light from the ball landed... and coalesced into a very peculiar creature that seemed to stuck half-hatched from its egg. To say that Shrike was dumbfounded would be putting it lightly, but before he could react the creature spotted him and with a cheerful pi! waddled over. Shrike looked around, but either nobody had noticed, or no one seemed to think any of this was noteworthy. Meanwhile, the creature had crossed the short distance between them and was attempting to grasp at his leg with its diminutive arms. Carefully, Shrike crouched down and held out a hand, which the small thing happily clambered on to.
"Guess I gotta make sure nothing happens to you either..." Shrike muttered, carefully lifting the small creature. Another thing to deal with, but he'd muddle through somehow or another.
Re: Shrike | Original Character
RP Sample: Test drive thread
Victory Road Sample: Shrike was not the kind of person to panic easily. Whether it was quietly enduring bullying for years, or struggling to find his way alone through a mountain forest at night, he was usually able to keep his feelings in check and get through whatever the problem was before finding someplace safe and alone to vent. But suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place--somehow inside a house, at that!--with a complete stranger acting very, well, strangely, and not a single idea where he was or how he'd gotten there? Well, suffice it to say he'd bolted out of there so quickly it's a wonder he didn't leave a cloud of dust in his wake.
Once safely outside, catching his breath in the shadow of another building a short distance away, he attempted to take stock of the situation. The last thing he could recall was that he'd been returning to the quartermaster after running an errand, then he was abruptly no longer in Tetson's army's camp, but, well, wherever here is. No warning, no sign he'd notice of any spells... A thought struck him at that, and he held out a hand in front of him, muttering a simple incantation.
Nothing happened. After staring dumbfounded at his palm for a second or two, Shrike clutched at his hood, pulling it down and forward in front of his face where he could see the underside. No, there was no sign of the enchantment that was supposed to be there, either. He grimaced to himself as he let the hood slide back into position, but at least he did still have that much. An ordinary, unenchanted hood was still far better than nothing.
He stood there in the building's shadow for several more long minutes, trying to decide what in the world he was supposed to do now. Finally, he let out a small sigh. He'd been on his own plenty in the past, even before he'd finally fled to make his way alone he'd hardly ever had much by way of companions, let alone friends. Just because he'd gotten used to having meals and a bed provided for him in the month with Tetson's army didn't mean he couldn't fend for himself if he had to.
So, he started with the bag. He still wasn't sure about keeping it as he hadn't known why he was handed it in the first place, but seeing what's inside wouldn't hurt, at least. There were some pretty standard-looking supplies, clothes and some food and such, a most peculiar-looking object he couldn't yet make heads or tails of, and several brightly-colored red and white balls. Shrike reached for one of the latter, wanting to take a closer look, but no sooner had he taken it out when it snapped open, releasing some kind of light.
Shrike made a small sound of surprised and jumped back, dropping bag and ball both as he did so. Luckily, the bag missed the spot where the light from the ball landed... and coalesced into a very peculiar creature that seemed to stuck half-hatched from its egg. To say that Shrike was dumbfounded would be putting it lightly, but before he could react the creature spotted him and with a cheerful pi! waddled over. Shrike looked around, but either nobody had noticed, or no one seemed to think any of this was noteworthy. Meanwhile, the creature had crossed the short distance between them and was attempting to grasp at his leg with its diminutive arms. Carefully, Shrike crouched down and held out a hand, which the small thing happily clambered on to.
"Guess I gotta make sure nothing happens to you either..." Shrike muttered, carefully lifting the small creature. Another thing to deal with, but he'd muddle through somehow or another.