Human diary:
5/18/13, [LOCATION UNKNOWN]:
We still have no idea where this plague came from. We have named it 'Anthro-virus', because some of us wouldn't really describe it as a plague. We have good news and bad news.
Good news: A cure has been made.
Bad news: Only works during the incubation period and during transformation - cure is painful if taken during transforming period as you'll turn human again while breaking your bones. It's in limited stock, and may not work, so don't expect miracles.
Unfortunately, the lab you are currently in suffered a breach - I'm afraid you're infected with the air-borne form.
As for me and the scientists... well, I'm currently hanging by a rope. Not sure about the others though.
-Huaz
Anthro diary:
5th of May, 2013, [LOCATION UNKNOWN]:
It's getting harder to find supplies.
Already one of my friends had her leg shot by a trigger-happy moron with a gun. Hopefully she survives, although it's unlikely... my partner ended up killing the assailant in the end. Just wish everyone in this suburb won't kill us.
They apparently found a cure... I'm not sure whether to pursue it, or just leave myself as it be.
...
Actually, I kinda like myself as it is.
A human came wandering near our house earlier - my friend accidentally fell out the door from her injuries. Strangely, he helped her get up. Looks like not every human wants to kill. Unfortunately, he ran away immediately before we could thank him.
We had to move - our house was fire-bombed. Chances are that the diary will survive in the safe that is currently in. Although one of my friends sneezed into it by accident.
-Summer
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Gentlemates, welcome to Anthro Earth. A furry RP, my 3rd RP (one that I wish won't die). A plague named Anthro-virus has ravaged Earth, but the plague has... well, let's just say half of all humans now have animal traits. This takes place slightly above 3 weeks after the Earth was infected with a plague that turned humans into... Anthros (yes, it's a name).
Current events:
World currently infected by plague. Named 'Anthro-virus'
Group formed - purpose is to infect all humans with Anthro-virus.
News channel dissing Anthros - given even badder name due to assault.
War going on in Sante Fe - New Arizona vs. Allied States
Map of ISA (Individual States of America):
Anthro-virus comes in 2 forms:
Air-borne: EXTREMELY contagious, although it will only transform you if you're critically injured/mortally wounded. Symptoms include coughing, acting like an animal (literally), sneezing, and rarely vomiting. The incubation period takes forever, but ends when you're critically injured/mortally wounded. Transformation takes rather long however, ranging from several days to an entire week. The cure is known to work 100% in all cases.
Contact: Contagious through blood transmission, ST, being clawed or bitten. It WILL transform you regardless. The only symptom is acting like an animal, and discomfort (such as fatigue). The incubation period is roughly between a day to 3. Transformation however is rather short, taking from 10 painful minutes to 6 hours. The cure only has a chance to work between 65% to 80%.
There are only 4 known strains - Canis, Aves, Lacertilia and Felidae. Canis will transform you into an Anthro-wolf (or dog, or fox, or etc.), Aves will transform you into an Anthro-bird, Lacertilia will transform you into an Anthro-lizard, and Felidae will transform you into an Anthro-tiger (or cat, or cheetah, or etc.). There is an unconfirmed 5th strain which has hardly any real information, but you might to able to determine the source of the plague according to rumours...
Sometimes, the plague mutates further - anthro-lizards might get wings and breath fire for example. New (but unofficial strains) may came up, such as Anthro-rabbits. More rarely, it'll mutate into a new species - currently there's none (that we know of), but it's been shown to do that in the right conditions in labs.
If an animal or insect is infected... DO NOT APPROACH, EVEN IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT EQUIPMENT (which is basically anything). They will go feral, and are very unpredictable - a cute poodle could become your worst nightmare as it rips you to shreds with it's new teeth and jaws, or a swarm of ants could break through your armour with their new intelligence. It's not known if the forms, 4 (5?) and unofficial strains have an impact on the animals or insects.
Human:
Pro:
-Smarter
-More common sense
-Mentally stronger (some rarely even have psychic powers (not that anyone's gonna be psychic here ))
Con:
-Physically weaker
-Less durable
-Subject to infection (ANY disease really, not just limited to the plague)
Anthro:
Pro:
-Physically stronger (such as better hearing)
-More durable
-No longer subject to infection (ANY disease)
-Furry (Put in 'Other')
Con:
-Less smarter
-Less common sense
-Mentally weaker (you might even be able to hypnotize one with the right tricks)
Due to claims of being rude to the furries (which is unfortunately true), you may swap the pros and cons around - these are just bases.
World is still in shock, so it's hard to tell.
If you have ANY suggestions, please post them - I'm trying to make this RP excellent.
Misc. information:
Red = Important
Green = Unimportant
Set in New Mexico, Sante Fe and around it.
There will be signs of urban decay, although it'll be severe as the buildings in China, not the typical zombie movie buildings.
Some anthros/humans will have gone crazy and started killing everyone.
US has 'collapsed' (seperated) - now known as the Individual States of America (ISA). Most states have fallen, but some are standing. In fact, some have combined, or new states were formed. How did it happen? President's dead, Vice is missing, Speaker is also dead. Several members of the Senate are Anthros, leading to a huge argument that ended in civil war for about 1 week and a half - USA is now ISA.
Money might be accepted by one person, but rejected by the other - try to find and scavenge stuff instead.
Public transport is available, although not as common. Foreign travel on the other hand is screwed - trips out the country (or even the states) are almost impossible.
Places that were previously unoccupied (say a desert) will have a small population due to the general population fleeing the infection.
Sante Fe is densely populated because of it's relationship between Anthros and humans. Although it's been crumbling recently.
Certain commodities such as milk and pork have run into low supply as most of the animals have gone feral (even cows can somehow kill - they now have (bigger) hooves).
War going on in Sante Fe - best thing to do is leave.
Currently, you're trying to survive...
Anthro Earth (put in 'Other').
Secret already given out - if leaked, individual(s) will face a ban.
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1. BE REALISTIC. Not every anthro can just get to wear untattered and clean clothes (uh... check out rule 2), and a shotgun. You also can't just find a RPG-7 in the middle of the desert (unless allowed, and it was somewhere reasonable. Such as a military base), and you can't just reload really fast or swing a steel pipe really fast (unless your character can handle a weapon REALLY well with previous experience).
2. NO NSFW OR YIFF appearance. For god's sake, we're NOT going to accept people with that as it further reinforces the stereotype and taboo. Although I have to admit that the rule 'kinda' ruins the apocalyptic atmosphere.
3. Please follow, not only the forum RP rules (no powergaming, metagaming, or godmodding), but also the forum rules. Please note that this also applies to rule 2 - you can get banned for appearance. It also applies to rule 2, 8 and 15.
4. Science Fiction; yes. Although not the one with laser guns and such, just plain present, about 23 days in the future.
5. If you've read the OP, then you should know what words to put in 'Other'.
6. This may be a Furry RP (put in 'Other'), but it does not mean you are just restricted to the 4 (5?) strains.
7. My word is law. Unless it's plain ridiculous (such as 'EVERYONE DIES! THE END!') - It's either a joke, or a sign that I've gone mad with power.
8. If there's gonna be romance involved, keep it PG 13.
9. You can have a maximum of 3 characters and 5 NPCs.
10. NO KILLING OFF OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS. Unless you get their permission.
11. ((If you post Out of Context/Character (OOC), please post like this.))
12. Please post your apps, suggestions, long OOC posts, and arguments into the OOC thread.
13. Please don't use a clichéd bio - it'll be troublesome for the both of us.
14. If you're abusive with mod/admin powers, you will be stood down and given a ban.
15. Treat others nicely. Any abuse (such as just randomly attacking another character in IC without a valid reason, or constantly abusing another member in OOC) will result in both a ban and a report as it breaks forum rules. This also applies to rule 3.
Name: (What you are called.)
Age: (How old are you.)
Gender: (Either male or female.)
Appearance: (NO NSFW OR YIFF IMAGE if provided - I cannot stress that enough. Provide image, describe, or both.)
Species: (Human or anthro-(something).)
Bio: (At least a paragraph long, and not cliched.)
Inventory: (What do you currently have on you.)
Other: (READ THE RULES.)
Theme song: (Optional.)
Name: Leo Cyrule
Gender: Male
Apperance: Leo stands six feet two , and has a very sleek and toned build. His legs are normally slightly bent at the knees to make up for the digigrade feet that holds him up. His tail is also relatively shorter than most felines, stopping only at his knees rather than falling all they way down to his ankles like most.
The fur that covers his body is a dark gray color, that shines only slightly in harsh light, making it easier for him to hide in the darkness than others. His fur is also speckled with matte black spots that are denser near his joints and down his back, than they are in other locations. His hair after the transformation turned into a dull silver undergroomed mess. And lastly his eyes are a sharp emerald green.
He dons a white polo shirt, that is tattered along the wrist of the sleeves, and a few small holes had been punched or torn into it from previous struggles. His black pants are in no better condition, though it has more hard water stains than blood. On his leather belt, also black, is a holster that holds a police’s Telescopic Blackjack.
Bio: Leo was an ex-scientist before his transformation. Even though he has mostly contributed in past works as a physicist, he helped maintain and even construct the various forms of equipment used to help crack and solve the plague. However, things have gone amiss, and days before the discovery of the infection within animals, Leo had been assaulted by one of the more feral creatures. He was pounced on and torn deeply into by both claws and fangs. It would have been something that could have potential killed him if he didn’t toss his arm into the creature’s jaws. The animal was quickly killed, but the damage was already done. He was now infected with the virus, and began his slow and painful transformation in quarantine… nearly going insane from the lack of any human possibility, instead he was confined in a single room, and alone.
Species: Desert Serval
Other: Before transforming into an anthro, Leo had taken Taekwondo classes, that also trained him in how to use several different modern weapons, but more specifically the telescopic baton. Along with his quickened feline reflexes and speed, he is quite a dangerous foe in close quarters. He also obtained a strange natural instinct of survival skills with stealth and acrobatics.
He however, is a terrible shot with all ranged weapons, like guns. And the lowered intelligence often times makes it incredibly difficult to figure out how to make up for the bullet drop, or reloading a gun.
Furry
Anthro Earth
Furry RP
Theme:
Name: Tachi Saito
Gender: male
Appearance- Six foot tall thin person, well toned abs and a very clean face. Hair is shaved clean off. Due to his current job, he is often in a full body protection suit to protect against the deadly disease. It is a pale white, with a large visor on its rounded head. Inside the suit he wears a filtration system to prevent airborne sickness. However, he must rely on intelligence and discipline alone to avoid infection from slashing.
provided - very short range stun device, concealed pistol [due to being an FBI agent, and because you never know when you might need it, it doesn’t have much ammo though] and aforementioned white suit.
Species: American Asian human
Bio: After the initial outbreak of the transformation pandemic as it’s called in some parts of the world, demands for a cure have skyrocketed. Efforts to make a cure have done decently, but it still is not completely there yet; it will be another couple months until a true cure can enter the scene and be mass distributed. Meanwhile, various governments of the world [especially America, Russia, China and oddly enough, Japan] have made a protocol that has gone into practice called Protocol 993. This protocol is a quarantine protocol that has caused each governments part of the UN sanctioned pact to go out, find carriers of the disease and take them to temporary internment camps until a cure can be found.
Victims of this horrible plague have for the most part, agreed to be quarantined. But there are some who stubbornly refuse to comply, seeing the borderline superhuman traits given by the disease as a great thing and openly go out of their way to try make more people into the beasts as a way to make more, as well as some who have refused to comply despite their capability to infect others with the disease under the pretense that they prefer it over their own human self. These people are usually self-loathing, misanthropic and complete twats. Thankfully, agents have been dispatched to capture, or if the situation calls for it, kill these dangerous individuals in order to rid the world of this mysterious plague.
Efforts by the US government and others to contain this existential threat are only now seriously cracking down, and stability in the world is very low.
Thankfully, FBI agents such as Tachi Saito have been dispatched by the US Government to contain such monsters and protect citizens from infected individuals. A fair share of the agents have begun work with people of the USAMRIID, the FBI agents usually doing the dirty work.
Tachi himself has ten years of experience in agent work from the FBI, and has very recently been selected to be part of the Pandemic Containment Commission as a high ranking officer, thanks to his experience in the field of hunting down individuals. He worked his way up the ranks, joining the FBI at the age of twenty. Thanks to his very accomplished academic prowess and skills in detective work he would rank up through the system rapidly. He is one who takes whatever actions needed to by his superior and thinks in terms of efficiency, not irrationality like those whom he has now been sent to detain for the US government in New Mexico.
His parents were Japanese immigrants in the 1980's, who were very traditionalist leading to Tachi's loyal nature and structured mindset which allows him to be a very systematic and constantly thinking detective, looking at everything and ignoring nothing.
Other: Furry and Anthro World and Furry RP oh my
Theme song: Null
Name: Rakia Gracer Gender: Male Appearance: https://www.google.c...367006882694889 Species: Human Bio: Rakia has always hated weird fandoms like Furry's and Bronys. He always despised them but kept it to himself because people have their own opinion on things. When news struck that a plauge was turning people into animal like creatures they called Anthros, he was scared, but in his mind he was somewhat happy, why? Well see when he found out that people were killing them and discarding them from sociaty he felt happy and relieved. Rakia was grown though and was living on his own he was an adult, he was 25 for gods sake and he felt like he was a child for having such a hatred for a thing. But his anger got the best of him and he came up with a plan, a plan to show the people infected with the plauge that there's no hope for them... that there's no reason for them to exist now. It became a sensation on the web, then it was shut down by the government and Rakia's fifteen minutes of fame were over. Eventually he moved to the main source of the plauge and made sure he was kept safe from it. Constantly spraying down the house keeping it in lock down always making sure when he went out he'd wear a gas mask. Eventually he got so obessed with this plauge and how to stop it that he went completely nuts and rally'd a small rebelling army. He currently has a army of ten and has kept it a secret so far. Well not a army but a rather big gang of people who despise the infected indiviuals. Rakia still resides in that area and will further try to get the word out. Other: Furry RP,ANthro earth, Human Theme song:
Name: Robert Morris
Age: 23
Gender: ♂
Species: Anthro (his species is currently unknown, though, he apparently belongs in the Crotaphytidae family, closely related to the common collared lizard.)
Appearance: The scales on his head are a jet black. The collar in the middle of his... oddly long for a lizard's neck is a bright gold. The rest of his body is actually medium blue color, save for on his belly, where it's stark white. He stands at a mere 5'2", has bright orange eyes, with slitted pupils, and has claws that match the color of his head.
Bio: Robert had a fairly average life for a while... save for the fact that every year of it saw him moving, most likely to a new state. While he was born in California, he has, throughout his life, also lived in Nevada, Arizona, Texas, Mississippi, New york, New Jersey, and, more recently, New Mexico. He's been in several schools, has been labeled as 'special', though, grades were never the issue when he was little... it was, more or less, the bullies of the school. He was picked on because he was small, nerdy, and socially awkward... what may have made this even worse was the fact that when he was little, he used to have a little... anger issue. He would always retaliate when the bullies got on his nerves, and unfortunately, the relatively smoother-talking bullies would always make it seem like Robert attacked them for absolutely no reason, this, of course, got him in huge trouble, every time, guaranteed. He eventually got over this issue, and would now only attack if attacked, first... this has helped him, greatly, as now he doesn't usually care what others say about him, often laughing it off, or simply ignoring them.
Only a couple months into his move into New Mexico, he started feeling... strange. At first, he simply thought it was his allergies acting up, again, as it was mainly sneezing, but after a while it started to get weirder and weirder. Robert still had to go to college, after all, he couldn't skip the first day of the new semester just because he felt weird. On his way to college, he noticed a few people on the bus... barking at him. He passed that off as just the weirdos that usually ride the bus, and didn't think much of it at the time. In fact, all it really did was give him another reason to get a driver's license and a car... of course, he was such a horrible driver, that seemed a little far off. When he finally got to college, he noticed his classmates and teacher acting as strange as the weirdos on the bus. This was getting weird... and worse? Some of them were rapidly growing fur, feathers, or... and this is odd, scales. The day went on normally after that one class, save for the teachers and students constantly sneezing... including Robert, of course. However, this normalcy wouldn't last. It happened, Robert was at dinner, and his little brother was trying to take one of his slices of pizza. He had no idea what came over him, but, he nearly attacked his little brother, and, much to his own surprise, he hissed at his brother. He ran away from the dinner table, after that, no longer hungry, more worried.
Many thoughts passed through his head, such as Why did I just hiss at him? What's going on with me? What was going on with school? Then, of course, the changes started happening. It started with his hands, and, within a week... well, he couldn't really call himself human, anymore. He is currently trying to find the cause of the disease, and possibly put it to an end... even if he is one. He, however, likes his new form, but doesn't want anyone to be forced to become something they don't want to be... and is trying to find a way to go out in public without either being shot or infecting others... his brother and his mother have both been infected, however, his dad remains human, mostly due to the fact that he's almost never around, and the fact that everyone else in the family has been real careful to not infect him... or even touch any food they prepare for Robert's dad.
Other: Furry Rp, Anthro World... and I almost had to strain my eyes to see that last one.
Name: Milloon Hall.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Long-sleeved T-Shirt with brown and grey checkers striping in the middle to the neck, messy black hair, barely noticeable tan, dull brown eyes (they look like they stare into your soul ), black and blue sports shoes, brown raincoat (untied, so it hangs and waves around), dusty green-brown tank top with zip in the middle (unzipped), grey-green cargo pants.
Species: Human.
Bio:
Born with a heart defect, his family had to use up every cent to afford surgery. They could've just gave birth to another baby, but they cared for Milloon. After a while a good parenting, his relationship with them seperated slowly... then regrew.
Poverty made things hard as his parents got angrier after realising they could've gotten another baby, along with the fact their work could've been cut out if they did - keeping him okay after surgery was very hard. But, his parents did a good job of keeping their anger away from him, eventually it fading away. His dad released some of it by teaching Milloon boxing, while his mother released her rage at her students at school.
When he got into high school, he bullied some of the other students (which was strange considering he wasn't THAT strong and tall - he was about the same size as the average teen)... including other bullies. Because of that, he was an outcast to everyone. His parents didn't really notice until an incident involving Milloon chocking a nerd getting revenge on another bully - their anger showed, although because most of it faded away, they just gave him long talks and the occasional shout (which hurt the entire family).
After cleaning himself up, he attended NYU. His family rose from the lower class to the middle class as his father found a job as a professional boxer, often tagging with his son, while his mother got a raise. His exam marks were initially low until he had a partner named Summer. A strictly platonic relationship was set, but over time they bent it.
Unfortunately, his father and Summer went missing after he offered to pick her up - their car went missing. Devastated, he thought about dropping out, until his mother gave him the support he needed - his marks stayed the same, even without her. Although he did miss her.
He received a chilling message, along with his mother, several days later. Summer and Milloon's father was kidnapped. He couldn't pay the ransom, instead having to go get them himself. He subdued one of the assailants (unwittingly with his own syringe), and shot the other one as he tried to figure out the safety - he thought the trigger was the safety.
Being praised as a hero despite killing a man shocked Milloon - he didn't study and couldn't sleep properly for several days. How could the people not understand that? He thought (which would've been ironic considering the bullying he did). After several weeks of therapy, he felt better - much better. He actually enjoyed killing afterwards (although he hid it from others, including Summer).
When he graduated, he spent his years as a factory inspector. He almost lost that position due to missing a day of work to take care of Summer when she had cancer.
Just before hearing about the infection, Milloon grew paranoid over time as he became more protective, buying a Colt Python as a means of protection. She was initially scared, but eventually got used to it as it started to become dusty in the safe.
When the infection struck, Milloon rushed out of his workplace to pick up his parents and Summer. Unfortunately, she was unknowingly infected with the air-borne strain.
During the infection, they rushed to get away - unfortunately, they got separated at the train station. Milloon didn't get on the train in time, instead getting on a random plane to New Mexico...
Other: Furry, Furry RP, and Anthro Earth.
Theme song: HL2 - Path of Borealis (Remix) (would provide a video, but YouTube's blocked here in China).
Name: Gavin
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown hair, usually covered by a dark blue hoodie. Wears light/faded jeans. His eyes are blue, he has a slight tan. He isn't very muscular, but not scrawny either. Gavin is a bit tall for his age, and has short hair.
Species: Human
Bio: Gavin was born in one of the more deficient areas of New Mexico (or Santa Fe, not sure which one it is at this point). Him and his parents lived in a small apartment building, with low income. Because of that, he didn't go to a very good school. There, Gavin was constantly bullied into giving up money/food/whatever he had with him. Gavin's life continued on like that for a while, his family struggling with the economy to keep their home. Even walking to school was risky; you never know when someone might come out of an alleyway with a gun. Due to that, he was always on guard, and barely ever relaxed. When the Anthro Virus came, the danger seemed to go up. Some of people that caught it decided to turn to a life of crime, mostly in the area that Gavin lived in. Eventually, his family decided to move, to avoid the crime, and the virus. However, they didn't have enough money to bring him along. Gavin convinced them to go, and told them that he would get a job. He explained that once he got enough money, he would follow them away from here. Gavin is one of the few that still believes there is hope for the world...
Other: Furry, Anthro Earth , and Furry RP.
Theme song: .
Name: Dylian Feralador
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall man usually wears cargo jeans, and a black t-shirt with a dark blue jacket. His hair is rather short, colored brown. His eyes are hazelnut, though sometimes they take the form of the eyes of a lynx, usually when he is close too close to infected people or injured. Also as lynx ears on top of his head, but he usually hides then using a bandana.
Species: Human (But different, explanation in Bio)
Bio:
Day ???: Nothing interesting happens in the lab anymore. We were again working to find a cure for cancer. Not much luck in our research. When we thought we would find something today… all hope gets smashed into oblivion.
Day 1 after plague: (after-noon) Last day I said that nothing interesting ever happens anymore. Well, to my surprised, some of our colleagues started to change mentally it seemed. Some of them were barking… some coughing repeatedly. We put them in a high quarantine chamber, worried about what was happening.
Day 3: Well, it seems our colleagues started to change physically. We still gave them food and water, but we were really wondering what happen. They were able to respond to us that most of them were attacked by animals. They thought it was strange, and now they knew slightly why. For their transformations… some of them grew feathers, others fur… It was really something. They were changing… We were currently trying to find a cure. They were in pain while transforming, and we were worried about that.
Day 5: We did not have much luck with the cure… But we did see that after transformation our colleagues kept most of their mentality and they kept under control, not going berserk or anything. We decided to give them some equipment, and to split the lab into 2 parts, with a large plastic wall to split the 2 parts. We were looking at first for a way to prevent the infection. That was most important for now. Strangely enough, most of our colleagues seemed to like their new forms. Still, we did not want humans to be forced to change like that.
Day 8: Progress goes slowly. Some of the people I was working with were transforming also. They were really unlucky with that. We needed to find a way to prevent infection, and these setbacks were not helping.
Day 10: We got a lead. This might actually work. We used the same concept of a vaccine, but instead it would change slightly the DNA to protect from infection. We just hope it will work.
Day 11: Well, that idea failed. The vaccine actually speeded up the transformation… Back to the drawing board to find a cure.
Day 14: Out of 30 people from day 1 of the infection, we are now 10 left that are not changed by this plague. This is ridiculous. We won’t find a way to prevent it if we are all infected…
Day 18: Well we got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that we found a way, using the strands of the virus and modifying it, and then adding it to some other more common strands, to immunize the body from the infection and transformation.
The bad news… well… There is a side effect that makes the person have a certain animal trait, and have some moments while subjected to the infection that part of their body change. In my part… I grew lynx ears and it seemed my eyes changed to those of a lynx while I was near my old colleagues. Anyway, it was usually small parts like that that changed nothing major. Afterwards, those parts would go back to normal. We removed the barrier that was separating us from our old colleagues. Finally we would be able to work on a cure better with more people.
Day 20: Well, 1 word to describe this day: Crap. Some dang idiot decided that they did not like our work, and they burnt down the lab, destroying all our progress. We were stuck without anywhere to go. Some of the humans chased our colleagues away, while we hid our animal parts so they would not think we were infected. We hid ourselves among this crazy world with the usual cloths of every day. If only we still had our way to prevent infection…
Day 22: We decided that because of what was happening, we were best to split up, get some materials and met up the next day. We were going to be able to survive if we all worked together. At least we hope.
Day 23: No one came to the meeting… Talk feeling alone. I was able afterwards at least to get some humans to accept me in their group, even after seeing my animal parts. They were surprised when they discovered I was immune to this plague… and wanted to know how. Unfortunately I did not have the answer anymore.
Today: Nothing else to say. Another day trying to survive in this crazy world.
Other: Furry, Furry RP, Anthro earth and so many… many strains of DNA that are possible lol.
Theme song: None
Name: Real Name: Sasha Amber Elderglow. Codename: Demeter
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her tail is actually half amber orange and half white and often blends in with her wings.
Species: Feline Furry Anthro.
Bio: Before the Plauge, Sasha had a good life. She had moved in with her boyfriend and her two cats and they were living happy together and were planning on marrying as well as raising a family. It was something for the positive for her, as she came from years of Abuse, bullying and it put more than a dent on her psychosis. Her boyfriend had helped her see that not all people were evil and that there was good in the world. Slowly she had come out of shell.
Before Sasha met her boyfriend, she had gone to school for fashion design. She was also taught how to properly care and maintain her machine so it wouldn’t need to go to the service technician as much. Her joys in life were limited to Video Games, Artwork, Sewing and Fashion design as well animals, particularly her cats. She was just starting out a successful business and her boyfriend and herself were planning on investing into a building to be her store where she could sell her product while not online.
Not everything though was perfect. Sasha had neighbours that didn’t like her or her boyfriend. One was this family White Male Father Black Female Mother and their black children. One in particular was a trouble maker that loved to party while his parents were away and even tried to commit Grand Theft Auto by attempting to steal Sasha’s van while Sasha was away at work driving her smaller car.
Sasha came home earlier than expected and contacted the police on this kid, who immedeitly resorted to lying and even getting his father to lie for him as the whole family were ‘Good Christian Church Go’ers’. The police were about to arrest Sasha on a false police report until Sasha handed over video Surveillance that both her and her boyfriend had installed due to having trouble with the neighbors before and them trying to break into the shed that had their yard equipment in it. The police looked at the surveillance then arrested the black son. The family was beyond irate that their ‘DO NO WRONG’ son got arrested and that there would be a court case as a result of the incident.
However before the court case could arrive, the plague hit. The neighbors knew about it just before Sasha and her boyfriend as the Neighbors loved to watch the news and possibly had inside information. They somehow got their hands on feral animals and were attempting to get Sasha’s own cats infected. Sasha however had just opened the door and got concerned when she saw her two cats run inside and immediately went to hide themselves. That’s when Sasha and her boyfriend got attacked by two Feral Cats. Sasha was able to fight off the cats, much to her horror and sadness while the neighbor’s laughed at the sight. Sasha’s boyfriend killed one of the feral cats with a heavy book on accounting. Sasha killed the other one when she accidently knocked over the 30 inch flat screen TV that her boyfriend had been previously watching Sci Fi channel.
Sasha was able to call 911 about the report, apparently the call center had begun to get flooded with similar calls. They responded to Sasha though when she told them that the neighbors were the ones to sick the animals on them. Before the police could arrive though, the neighbor’s got mauled by the feral dogs they were planning to release on Sasha and her family of her boyfriend with two cats but instead the dogs turned on the neighbors, killing the white husband father by slashing out his throat with their maws leaving a mess of blood and innards.
The police arrived and shot dead the dogs, but not before they had already infected the wife. The police remained unaffected from the Virus, yet called in hazmat and poison control. Sasha, her boyfriend and the surviving wife were all taken to the hospital, while the police sealed off the house even though Sasha begged for her cats, who remained uninfected from the virus by some miracle.
Since the neighborhood Sasha and the others lived in was right by the Military based, they were taken there for Quarantine. Sasha’s boyfriend didn’t survive. His transformation was so violent that it caused him to have a heart attack and die, which struck a nerve of Sasha’s own psyche. The doctors there, which were really scientists, decided to experiment on both Sasha and the neighborhood woman. Sasha was treated with the experimental cure, something the scientists had as a member of them was from New Mexico and fled to Washington State when the Anthro Virus began so Washington Stated had a very brief time to prepare.
The effects did not work on the woman, Sasha’s neighbor, and she became vicious. Sasha however, briefly had a more cat like appearance including paws, cat face, and claws but the so called cure started shifting her back into human when a new mutation accord. She grew wings, a more human like face complete with flesh lips, and was very fluffy white and golden fur and feathers. She also retained her human intelligence, coupled with common sense and her own instincts but sacrificed the strength and speed she would have received had the scientists not forced the cure on her. However the shock of loosing her home, freedom and boyfriend damaged her already injured psyche due to the years of abuse when she was a young girl from her own so called family and her own emotions became personalities of their own that she is aware of but can’t contain who she is without lots of counseling.
On the fourth day the neighbor woman, who had transformed into a canine of Doberman Pincer breed, had broken out of her cage and was so violent had gone for the throat of the General’s daughter, a superior officer of the United States Army. Sasha somehow knew that this Doberman was trouble and upon hearing this she became so angry and a force to be reckon with in her own right despite not being physically strong or swift but she was able to fly and push the Canine Anthro off of Staff Sergeant Mellisa Corpral. The command was given to protect Sasha but kill off the Doberman woman. Sasha wasn’t as strong as the Canine Anthro, but used her wings to her own benefit and flew up to a light fixture and used her own weight to cause it to crash on top of the canine Anthro, killing her by crushing her which also smashed her brain all over the floor.
Sasha however, didn’t stay, and she flew off to her house worried about her cats, as she was now in motherly worried mode. She was followed by the military to her house, where she got herself in to. Her cats were starving as they hadn’t eaten anything in four days and she fed them and cared for them but they did not get infected by her or by the airborne strain. The military saw this and decided that Sasha’s two cats were important to locating a cure but Sasha demanded that no harm was to come of them and she was appalled they would consider using her own cats, her daughters and her only family left as Lab Rats. She was so adamant that she stole on of their own guns and held it her own head threatening to kill herself if anything happened to her cats.
Instead a deal was struck, nothing would happen to her cats other than blood testing and their blood would be used in other animals while the cats would be cared for but she wasn’t allowed to live with them as they would still be seen as a security and quarantine risk. She would be allowed to visit them on visits, but she would have to give herself to the scientists of the military who would transfer her to New Mexico. Staff Sergeant Mellisa Corpral was issued to be Sasha’s personal bodyguard while counselors were provided to keep Sasha’s psyche in check
At the same time when they discovered that she was still capable of sewing and using machines, as well as preparing them, she was given more special privilege by being able to run a store, albeit one with extreme military surveillance. She is now forced to wear an electric collar, which keeps her under check in case she ever gets into violent moods. The clothing she makes is sterilized before and after she works with the fabric. She is vital into repairing uniforms and keeping them clothed. Her cats are also protected as if anything were to happen to them, she would become so angry that the scientists fear she would break off her collar and start killing anyone who harmed her cats or she perceived as their assailant.
She was given a new Treadle machine, which she fixed up as well as using her electronic ones, which had to be used sparingly as they required electricity to use. She is kept at a highly secured camp. Her house, though not burned down, has been borded up while she was able to keep some clothes and her machines while her cats are currently being taken care of elsewhere. The military, having received news of Kill-happy humans that use the Anthro excuse as a way to murder even the innocent have also destroyed more than one lab. Sasha has been code named Demeter and both her, her cats, and the scientists working with her are guarded almost 24/7 while the scientists look for fellow scientists and a means to produce a cure and bring stability to the world. They believe Demeter is one of the few furries/antrho’s to hold a key in that department while her cats hold the key to an animal cure/vaccine.
Mellisa Corpral on the other hand has proven to be the best bodyguard/sister figure for Demeter especially since she seems to be one of the few humans known to be immune to the aiborne strain due to having a complex immune system and possibly her blood type. Mellisa herself ((app later for her)) is also a guinea pig in that her blood is withdrawn as a means to find a cure to this Anthro strain.
Other: Furry, Furry RP, Anthro earth and I already pm’d Kabling on secret message thing.
Theme song: Radioactive by Within Temptation
Name: Angela Hale Age: 27 Gender: Female Appearance:
(Ignore the guys in the background)
Species: Human for now, planning to turn her into a wolf-anthro. Bio: (At least a paragraph long, and not cliched.) (MAGICAL UNCLE HERE I COME!)
Angela Hale was a mistake. She was never meant to be born, never meant for this world. her parents was in a bad economical situation, and the last thing they needed, was another mouth to feed. They lived in a low-class apartment in one of the worse parts of Detroit, so raising a kid in such violent areas seemed like raising her to end up on the wrong side of the law, something they didn't want. However, when Angela was born, her parents were in such a bad economical state that they started to steal just to make a living.
When Angela grew older, she thought of what her parents did as a natural thing. Their work had affected her and pulled her into the world they had wanted to protect her from. She was already affected by her parents and her surroundings activities, and her mind was manipulated into thinking that stealing was a natural, good thing. As she got older, she started to work out more to get more fit, and even started to steal behind her parents back. It didn't take long before she started drinking and smoking, and was pulled into gang-activities. She never even got a proper education, only a few years of schooling.
When the apocalypse itself broke out, she had a high position in the gang for being one of the best thieves. It was the one thing she was good at. The gang itself turned into a group of raiders, pretty much just ribbing wherever they walked for anything useful. The gang split into different divisions, with her group as the main raiding group. However, Angela had other plans. She decided that she and the two other people she brought with her would travel south instead, hoping that the situation would be better down there. However, it turned out to be worse than they had first imagined. It didn't take too long until the first of her two friends died, and then the second followed shortly after. However, since she was free of the two others, she was free to interact as she wanted, not having to wait around for the two others.
Inventory: (Found on a dead military soldier) An M9 pistol, 9 bullets in the magazine (No second magazine, the spring mechanism in the pistol is broken, so it won't fire. Yet, it still looks like a perfectly working pistol), some body armor (Only kept the knee-protectors as she didn't want to immobilize herself entirely) And a sturdy 4,25" butterfly knife (Not regular military equipment).
Now, for some other things; About 2L of water split over four smaller bottles, some dried beef, and a pack of three painkillers, and to finish it off, some matches.
Other: I once met a furry in the Anthro world, but it stated that I belonged to a Furry RP, so I found it alright.
Theme song: (Optional.)
Name: Tony
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Extreme mutation, go!) His head and legs are that of a tiger lizard's () and he also has the tail of one. His hands are a lot more scaly and clawed, like a bearded dragon's. He wears a white T-shirt that is ripped because of his chameleon-like torso. His pants are medium-blue, and are not ripped, but are baggy, because of his semi-slim legs. His feet are large and bulky.
Species: Anthro Lacertillia
Bio: Tony was born in Queens, New York, and had started a gang at the age of 7. He had just been kicked out of the coolest gang on the streets, so he started his own. It was called 'The Dogs' and it had 3 other members. The rules were: You had to write in a secret code, and had to have a mohawk if you were a boy, or bangs if you were a girl. Mohawks and bangs were the bee's knees back then. And finally, you had to have a gang folder. The only other boy had left, grown back his hair, and burned his folder. The girls had made some different rules, and a mascot, which were so girly that Tony had to leave. When he was a teenager, he had owned a bearded dragon. His bearded dragon escaped one day, and came back, scratched, bitten, and kind of strange-looking. He was a different color, his feet were different, and so were his legs. The bearded dragon bit his toe, and Tony had to put the mutation down, since it was rabbid. He started to feel funny within the next 4 hours, so he slept, and when he woke, he felt slightly different. When he walked outside, someone yelled "MUTATION!" and pointed directly at him. He was so shocked, and angry, that he lost it in a femtosecond. He ran off, with a small knife, but he soon lost the knife. He traveled all the way across the country, not stopping in any cities, and he usually ate small squirrels. Alive.
Inventory: Clothes, and nothing else.
Other: Furry RP, Anthro Earth, freak, furry. Did I do that right? Also, do we have to put EVERY OOC sentence in this?
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Name: Gordon Booker Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: A ruff looking, black-bearded, glasses wearing man from Boston. He's tall and skinny (roughly 6' 5'') , eyes bloodshot and red. Essentially,
except with glasses, obviously. His arms are scarred with overdoses of injections of mixes of different chemicals, causing parts of his arms to have veins showing, red, too. He's bandaged all over his arms and wrists, usually gauze, but mostly band-aids. His clothes are old and worn out, a simple grey t-shirt and a pair of track-pants. He carries a large backpack with him all the time, filled with papers among papers of things, as well as well as bullets and more needles to help himself to.
Species: Human! Death to the people-animals!
Bio: Gordon was never an ordinary person by any means necessary. Always interested in the tiniest things, whether be how computers are wired to create complex bombs or how to make common cleaning supplies underneath your kitchen sink into either deadly little acids or something coming close to the cure for the common cold! When overhearing this stupid nonsense on "Weird mutations!" and "Airborne virus!", Gordon, who's normally a paranoid freak, didn't care. He's been bound in his house for sometime, he's got his air-rifle with him, he's got his handgun in his backpack. What's there to be scared about? Gordon, however, decided it'd be a good idea to try and make his own antidote to keep him immune to this disease! And, surprisingly, he succeeded! Who knew that halluncegenic drugs would help out keeping him sane from becoming like one of those FREAKS. What's this with all the anthro nonsense? Those freaks he'd find on the internet? The goddamn weirdos he'd encounter that'd ruin his gaming experience? Friggin' PETA?! No, no! I won't have it! These people are freaks! I don't want them here! Where's our normal people? I know...I know! I got it! He'd go over back down into his almost-technical meth lab, cooking up a perfect liquid to keep him fine and dandy, and a whole lot more of it too! Yeah! Every day, he's just gotta inject himself with this little thing, keeps him fine! Perfectly fine...perfectly fine...in fact! He might as well take a trip outside today! It's beautiful out...besides those FREAKS ruining the view! Sure, I could give them some of my little immunity, but it's mine! (But the thing is...it's not a cure. It doesn't help whatsoever- well, I mean, if it helps with Gordon's mind going more nuts, then yeah. But it's not an immunity or cure or whatever! Gordon Booker is immune to this freak virus, and that's that.)
Inventory: Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle with a Compass on the Side, bottles of his mixtured little immunity he likes to call Antifreak. Other: A Furry RP? Furry? AS IN FURRIES?! HA! What a name for a FREAK to come up with in a god-forsaken Anthro Earth! Pfft! Stupid name... Theme song:
Name: Solar; "Envoy of hope" [A nickname coined by Solar Themselves, in a mad rant they will often introduce themselves as "I am Solar! Envoy of Hope! Master of Deceit! Savior of these barren wastelands we call home!"][Yes you spell Solar; with a semi-colon at the end, it's a lame thing that is simply just done on paper, you don't need to bother with pronouncing it if you mustn't.]
Age: 15-20 [If you must know Solar is exactly 19 years, 2 months, 3 days, 4 hours and 22, 23, 24... seconds old. Due to a young complexion Solar is constantly faced with age identity issues.]
Gender: Unknown [Indistinguishable, I'd prefer to keep it this way as not even i know what gender Solar should be, but i guess if i must decide i would like to request the option of taking it up in a Personal Message here on the forums with the owner of this thread.]
Appearance:
Species: Human
Bio: The dawn of the day was coming, a failure of all that was right and just, the end of the world and the brink of the existence of grotesque creatures sent from the depths of the underworld to plague the earth and wipe out the true heir race to earth. Solar was formally a scientist of the old ways, odd disturbances in the air made them disband the lab initially but not before kitting up, odd creatures had begun to manifest themselves around, disgusting vile animals that were not of the gods work, their suffering had to be ended and only one human had the required level of sanity to end such a plague.
Solar took the necessary precautions to prevent infection and gathered their weapons, the animals had to be put to sleep. With a soft step Solar bounded out of the lab always on guard, heading out into the open to hunt for these poor things that must be destroyed. Many would question Solar's methods and sanity, but that was no cause of concern for them, it was only seen as a duty
Solar Is a confused and outgoing individual, their whole life they have spent dancing around labs exclaiming odd remarks to anyone who came into contact, due to a young complexion others seem to have identity issues when faced with meeting Solar but that is of little matter, for an entire lifetime until this point Solar had been searching for a true cause and purpose in life, the recent outbreak seeming a perfect sign from a higher authority and Solar took the true call.
Inventory: Solar wears a belt of lethal injections with a Katar hanging at each hip.
A soft brown cloth bag with two sweet rolls, a packet of pocky and a bag of chocolate chip cookies.
Other: Anthro Earth shall not prevail. Death to the dogs. Damn Furry RP... I hope my second Anti- Furry attempt does not fail...
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Name: Derek Marverde Age: 21 Appearance: He still looks very human, contracting the disease recently from an attack by his pet swallow. His bones, however, had gotten lighter, his lung capacity bigger, allowing for a great increase in speed and agility, but not quite able to fly yet. Feathers seem to be developing along his shoulder blades. Always found wearing warm clothing. Species: Aves
Bio: Derek has always been a serious, determined person. Any project or task thrown his way could be expected to be done well before the deadline, in an utmost efficient way possible. Despite his seemingly workaholic attitude, he knows well when to take a relaxing break, often taking strolls in parks or reading books every now and then. Life, as it were, was running pretty smooth for Derek, leaving him contented.
As he climbed up the social ladder, his prodigious stature became more and more recognized, with his professors recognizing his talents for building and designing. It was obvious that Derek would be among the creme de la creme of his batch, what with his innate talent for projecting plans and blueprints. His eyes, having always been sharp as ever, were another boon to his engineering career.
Fate had it, that on his third year of college, the plague hit. At first, he merely dismissed it as a simple rumor, an overnight urban legend. That is, until his very own pet swallow had nearly gouged his left arm to the bone. As his once faithful pet flew out of the window, he immediately called the for 911, soon after which he passed out, brought to the hospital.
After dealing with the blood loss, the doctor had discharged Derek, who in turn merely went home. He thought life would go back to normal after that, but apparently not. As the virus spread, riots broke out. The general panic in his neighborhood was terrible, where Derek experienced several break-ins within a week during the civil war in which the USA became the ISA.
The amount of Anthros, as they had been dubbed, walking around became more common, however, they were still quite a rare sight compared to the amount of humans left. It was during this time that he began to suffer from the symptoms as well, the virus apparently having been transferred to him by his pet bird.
Eventually, he grew better, and the transformation inched on, slowly but surely. Small things, such as down feathers, had started cropping up instead of the normal, nigh invisible hair of human beings along Derek's back. He felt himself grow lighter by the day, his body taking on a more bird-like physique. At times, he would begin to whistle a birdsong, often drawing admiring glances from most, but skeptical glances from some others.
Soon enough, the area grew more dangerous, as raiding bands came nearly daily, in an attempt to strip the area off of valuable and scarce resources. Quickly packing up and moving deftly between the rooftops, Derek ran off, further into the new jungle of glass and stone.
Other: I've no argument with the Furries round here, I just really wish they don't go so far sometimes. This new Anthro Earth concept sounds nice though. I can't believe I missed the fact that this is a Furry RP. /headdesk.
Name: Rafael Vega
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance: Vega is a 5'10, dark skinned man from El Salvador. He has a round, grizzled face, with numerous healed scars and a black five o'clock shadow with a buzz cut (but not a butch cut.) He is a stern and serious looking man with a highly muscular build and tattoos covering his arms and chest. Vega's face is dominated by his rather large nose, but brown eyes below sliced up eyebrows can be seen. He typically wears jeans, combat boots, a grey tracksuit jacket rolled up halfway up his forearm, and a band t-shirt underneath.
Species: Human
Bio: Rafael Vega was born in 1966 in El Salvador to a working class family in a logging village to the south. He spent his life growing up in the village, with little formal schooling. Vega mostly learned from a self-appointed school teacher who had classes for the village youth held in the town square, and he took this unofficial education extremely seriously. His parents had instilled in him a strong work ethic, which contributed. So in between helping his parents at the lumber mill and attending classes, Vega lived the quintessential Latin American worker's life. Yet this was soon to change when a coup d'état conducted by the Revolutionary Government Junta toppled the former President and brought about a wave of chaos in the country. Death squads roamed the countryside, searching for dissenters. Students and others were forced to support this new government in a characteristically Latin American dictatorship a la Peron in Argentina. But Vega and his family soon left the country in the face of this new brutal life, and travelled to Honduras.
Honduras proved no haven for the Vegas either, due to the intense anti-El Salvadorian sentiments stemming from the 1969 Hundred Hours' War. After only two months living in a border shantytown, the Vegas hitchhiked with a trucker to Guatemala. By the time they arrived, Vega was celebrating his 14th birthday. Together, his family moved to Villa Nueva and took up space in a bunkhouse on the outskirts. It was here where Vega and his father took up drug dealing to sustain their family, as cocaine was becoming a huge deal (1980s, lol.) Vega and his father managed to set up a huge operation in the slums of Villa Nueva, selling all sorts of narcotics and amassing a small fortune. Their methods, however, were crude and resulted in too many problems. After a close call with Guatemalan police in 1982, the Vegas decided to give up the practice of drug dealing before something worse happened. Two years later, Vega used the money to bribe his way into a prestigious college that wouldn't normally accept him due to his lack of formal schooling.
It was in college where Vega studied economics and business, hoping to leave behind his drug-dealing past and start a company to support his family. But the call of drugs was too large to ignore, and Vega soon got involved with Nicaraguan rebels, seeing it as a massive source of income. After graduating college in 1986, Vega joined up with the Nicaraguan Contra to help out their drug trades with Colombia to fund their fight against the Sardinistas. While technically a noncombatant, Vega earned valuable skills managing and directing clandestine drug trade and cartel activities in his sector, which produced some of the highest profit margins in the organization. The Sardinistas, however, recognized this and set out to eliminate Vega. A failed raid on a Granada hotel in 1987 prompted his flight from Nicaragua to Mexico, but not before Vega's entrance into the US cocaine trafficking scene.
By 1990, Vega was settled in Chihuahua, Mexico and dealing small-time with the Júarez Cartel occupying there. He spent the next five years lying low, hoping to avoid detection. Yet the Mexican police caught up with him for illegal entry, and a shootout in Chihuahua developed that forced Vega into the Júarez Cartel for protection. Vega was still a small-time cartel hitman, performing security for smuggling into the United States. But his savvy business and economic ideas soon landed him governorship of a small region on the New Mexican border by 1999. However, in 2001, when 'El Chapo' - the cartel's leader - escaped from prison and recruited several Júarez men, Vega's region stayed loyal to him because of his efficient and brutal ways. When the cartel disintegrated around him, Vega remained more or less untouched, building up his forces and monetary stockpile while the Tijuana and Gulf Cartels battled it out around him. But Vega's power slowly and surely grew, his "Cartel Nuevo Mexico" gaining power and influence all the way up to Santa Fe. By 2009, Vega's cartel was the main source of illegal narcotics in New Mexico.
But as the world descended into anarchy when the furries came, Vega had a plan. Using his charisma and power, he kept the Cartel Neuvo Mexico (CNM) together as a warlord. When the American and Mexican governments both collapsed into rivaling regions, Vega dominated his little region. Now one of the most powerful forces along the US-Mexico border, Vega spent a large amount of his military power fighting raiders, bandits, and the new furries. This drain on military resources severely reduced CNM power, with Vega also losing control of trade routes. A fraction of what he used to be, Vega made the crucial decision to move his influence north to check out new markets of survivors that would surely want drugs. This is where his story begins.
Inventory: Colt Anaconda (dark wood grip with engravings: 18 rounds), iPhone, wallet & other misc. items (car keys, etc.), pack of cigarettes, map of the US-Mexico border, $1500 in cash
Other: Furry, Anthro-World, Furry RP. I think that's everything.
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Bio:((Working my personality in here))
Psychiatric exam recording age 18: Psychiatrist- "So Devon, you know why you are here don't you?"
Devon-"Of course I do, my father killed my mother in front of my sister. You guys think that this caused trauma to me after years of living in a home split between my mother who had cheated on my father with another man and my father who was an abusive alcoholic."
Psychiatrist- "Well, you hit all the major points right there young man. That means we can get to the point of this exam. Did your father ever abuse you when you lived with him?"
Devon- "Of course he did you freaking idiot. Don't young man me, I don't care much for titles of authority or even titles which bind me to a certain class."
Psychiatrist-" That told me more about your psychiatric state then a simple yes or no would have. Have you ever acted unkindly towards your stepsister?"
Devon- "No, not really. I generally left her alone but she would always come around and annoy me. I guess you could say that I have treated her with a little hatred because she was the child the my mother produced from another man. I didn't want to hurt her I just wished that she had never been concived otherwise my life would be perfectly fine."
Psychiatrist- "You seem to put more blame on your sister then on your mother. Your mother was the one who got pregnant and had you sister, Mary is her name right? Anyway, why do you not blame your mother for something like this?"
Devon- "She was drunk when she had sex with that man. I do put a little blame on her because she didn't get an abortion or keep it hidden from my father. But most of the blame isn't theirs, it was my mother's religion which kept her from getting an abortion."
Note from psychiatrist: This went on for many hours but I have found that this young man shows extreme tendencies towards violence. He has no care for the well being of his siblings. He has problems with authority. He shows anti-social tendencies and will often act out against any attempt to catagorize him. He can keep all his problems under his control by going through a long ten year counseling program.
Diary of Devon Age 28, day before infection: Final day of having to write in this thing. Now I won't have to keep all my thoughts locked up in this diary. Every time I look through it I see the repeating words of 'rehab' and 'drugs' and 'sister'. The memories the leap at me of the five years my sister has been in and out of drug rehab, jail, and the hospital. She came here to live with me after her seventh attempt at rehab. She says it is untill she gets back on her feet but we both know that she is going to crash here untill she has enough money to pay for a ticket out of town and away from me. I promised my mother before she died that I would take care of Mary, who now call herself Marilla. I locked up all the drugs in my house in the safe under my bed and when I came home I found her trying to open the safe. I got angry and slammed the tool box she had brought in to the street.
I know that she is afraid of me now as she has been every time she comes to visit. The last time she was here so overdosed on my pain killers. I swear to god that I will find a way to save her from this horrifing life that is called reality. I won't kill her but I will at least send her to psych hospital. I know a disorder which leads to excesive drug used that I could use as a reason to put her there. My brother decided to drop by for the first time in seven years. He noticed the broken tool box and stated that I should control my anger around Mary. Ha! She shouldn't fear my anger, his is much more dangerous then mine. Last time he was angry he broke through the brick wall to my brownstone. He broke his had in eight places before he took a sledgehammer to the wall. I told him to get the frick out of here and he left. I am happy but also sad that our family is so disjointed now, all because of that even ten years ago.
Day Three of infection: Mary is freaking gone!! She left in the middle of the night and took half my food and water with her. I spent seventeen hours collection enough food to last us both, if rationed, four weeks. I am pretty sure she is infected already but I hope that she is alive still. It was horrifying when I first heard about the infection. Mary wanted to go grab somethings so I took her with me to grab supplies. Lucky her and I had put on protection from the infection. Oh, god I think a few of the infected have found a person out in the street. I should turn off the light now otherwise they will find me. Lucky me that I patched up the barricade Mary had torn apart to get out.
Day Thirteen: I killed Mary today. She was eating out of a trash can. It was hard to tell it was her because she was a tiger thing. I have no remorse for killing her though. I have freed her from this world which has been ruined by the tampering of man with nature. I at least now have a reason to no longer stay at home. Every body is starting to get along here is Santa Fe. The only ones not getting along are the freaking feral ones like my sister and brother. I am the only one of the family not effected who still lived in Santa Fe. TIme for me to start mingling with the people of this world.
Day Twenty-three: I woke up in a bar today and expected to find myself surronded by my friends and family. Instead I found a dog thing sniffing and my bag and smacked him in the face. No one touches the stuff I scavenge unless I got it for them. I got thrown out off the bar and fell asleep once more in the street. A kind human lady had taken me to her house and put me in this bed I am not writing be side. I will go asleep again and walk up some time before the morning.
Inventory: Three cans of beens, three bottled waters, a sharpened pocket knife, a machete, and my sisters necklace in a bag.
Other: Furry Rp, Anthro Earth, Furry
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Name: Chris Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark-brown hair, Brown eyes, has gained black and grey fur due to transformation, as well as a long cat-tail. His hands have been covered in fur and he now has claws, but he still has the ability to grasp thing as a normal human would. Usually wears a pair of jeans that he tries to hide his tail in, a black pair of sneakers, and a hoodie that he usually uses to hide his ears. Species: Felidae-anthro Bio: Chris had a IT job before the Virus, and he was generally smart with computers and such. He had even designed his own graphics card at some point, but never tried to build it & see if it worked. He specialized in many different areas, he was just one of those people who are smart in general, and his parents constantly told him he should become a scientist. But his strong-suit was computers and mechanics, and he wanted to stick to that. He was interested in cars, but didn't do some of the things teenage boys would normally do to their vehicles. (If they had one.) He was to some degree, a cat-person, having 3 cats. When the Virus rolled around, surprisingly, it took him awhile to get infected. He had initially been infected by getting in a fight with a group of anthros. He had come out of the fight with many scratches, bruises, and bites. He had won the fight, but he knew that getting in a fight with such a large group of anthros would undoubtedly make him infected. After he had been infected, Chris, to some degree, had gone insane. He locked himself in his house, constantly keeping a Desert Eagle he kept for emergencies in hand. He, slowly, was getting closer to coming outside. But he was afraid. He wasn't exactly the strongest person in the world. If he got in a fight as an anthro, he wasn't sure he would come out alive. He had seen some of the things humans were doing to the anthros. Eventually, he had come out of his house. The bad news was; Colorado was evidently one of the states to have the largest anti-anthro groups there were. He had gathered what food and water he had left, and quickly fled the state in a white Subaru BRZ. He ended up in New Mexico, more specifically, Santa Fe. He found that this town seemed to have an even amount of anthros as there were humans. He ended up staying in a hotel, but he still hardly came out. Inventory: Desert Eagle, 2 Desert Eagle clips, both full, a backpack with a good deal of food & water in it, and his smartphone. Other: Furry, Anthro Earth, Furry RP Theme song: Not gonna do this, because I don't really know any songs that fit very well.
None. Hopefully it stays like that.
Please do note there might be the occasional offensive 'something' in the OP - please tell me IMMEDIATELY if that's the case.
A lone anthro male slowly stumbled through the corridors of the laboratory. On his shoulder and wrapped tightly under an arm was an unconscious officer whom he had choked out earlier. He himself however, was in worst shape then the other. He had some open wounds from grazes of white hot bullets, and seemed to be beaten to hell and back. His polo was riddled with tears, blood, and general dust and dirt from crawling around for hours on end to remain undetected from his pursuers. His ears rotated wearily to keep track of any movement in the distant hallways, and as a warning for anything that would approach him. After all, he hadn’t made to much of an effort to deal with the cameras.
Finally, he found the door he was looking for, and slowly lowered the guard down onto the ground and allowed for it to clatter to the ground. With two fingers, he pulled the guards eyelids open and shoved his head into a nearby bio scanner. A few seconds later, the console beeped, and swung open to reveal an awaiting assault team. “OH FOR THE LOVE OF,” He cried out as he quickly launched himself away from the doorway, and came crashing into the floor in a roll as a volley of bullets tore through the door way, and engraved themselves into the wall. He popped himself back up to his feet and broke off into a dead sprint, “CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!”
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I wake with a start. I was having another one of those dreams where everyone wanted to kill me for no real reason. Come on, man... forget about it... it's just a nightmare, and always will be... humans wouldn't just try to kill you... they need a reason, usually. I think as I pull back the covers, and almost jump from the surprise. Oh... right, that's me now... heh, still new to this. I think as I finally calm down, and head towards my drawers. I take out whatever clothes I had left that didn't tear apart from the transformation, and weren't bloody from that one time when we had a break-in in the house. Apparently... there was a group of people out there who just wanted us all six feet under... though, most, if not all of us had little to no control over what happened. They're only just shy of being Nazis... at least they didn't actually kill any of us yet... and thankfully, they aren't the ones in power. I think as I simply change clothes... the shower hadn't worked in weeks, thanks to all the riots from anthros and humans alike... it was a real mess out there... but if I was to stop it, I had to go out into that mess. "Good afternoon, Robert!" I hear Jake call out to me, though, it was obviously morning, a stupid little thing we always did was purposely say the wrong time of day to one another. I cheer up, slightly, at his cheery voice, and respond "Good evening!" I then turn to see Jake, who, by this time was some sort of alligator or crocodile anthro... he knows which, and I always mess up on it. Jake still managed to be shorter than I was, although I've lost five inches in height from the transformation... and he gained about a foot. This was, of course, only because he was half my age. Jake looks at me with a confused look on his face, and adds "Um... you kinda slept in, aren't you going to be late for school?" That's right! I had mid-terms today! SHOOT! I think as I dart past Jake, down the stairs to the living room, and through the living room to go out the door. I try to avoid as many people as possible on the way to the bus stop... however... "Wild animal on the loose! Someone, get him!!!" I hear someone shout. I turn towards the sound of the voice to see an old lady pointing at me. A group of people started to form around the old lady, and I start to back away, a little bit... I didn't want to get her, or anyone else, for that matter, infected with this. Given her age and frailty, the transformation stage might just kill her... I think as the lady starts trying to get closer to me. She had pulled out her cane at this point, but I didn't want to fight. The bus came, at just the right time, and, without a second thought, I jump into the vehicle.
I then turn around to see the bus driver, and say "Thank you, sir." I then actually take a look, and note that he's some sort of wolf anthro... seems likely, given that he's around a lot of people in his line of work... one of them was bound to be infected. I take out my bus pass, one of the few things left in my wallet that's still usable, and give it to the machine that deals with passes... it beeps twice, indicating a valid pass, and gives me back my bus pass. I put it back in my wallet, which contains one dollar, which couldn't be used due to inflation, my state ID, which can't really be used due to the fact that I look incredibly different than I did about six months ago, and... the buss pass. I then fold up the wallet, and place it in my front pocket, as usual, I then try to find a seat... though, everyone else on the bus was human... and angry. "Uh... mind if I just-?" I start to ask the driver, who says "Nah, go ahead and stand... I'll tell everyone to use the rear exit." I then smile, and hold onto one of the ropes they had tied to the ceiling for those who had to stand.
I walk into a rather withered building business suit and tie on, I seem to have a gas mask on and I have a rather military class backpack on. As I enter the I put on a badge with a symbol on it. I tuck my tie in and head into a trap door within the house and enter into a group of ten people whos faces look familiar and four others who seem to be new. I walk up to a stage that over views the fourteen people. I clear my throat, " Okay people, I see we have new members? May I ask your names? " I say and as soon as my command goes out they stand up and tell me their names, Josh, Karren, Bill, and Jacob. " Okay welcome, *SMiles* now were gunna have a Important discussion today... our shortage of ammunition and guns " I say with a rather lively voice. " Now as you know our plans cannot work without weaponry and the AAC won't move up in the cause " I say." Now I have a plan to raid the near by military outpost with what we have " I say as I clear my throat again " Now beginning Monday we will begin extensive combat training from an old friend of mine we will also plan out our stratigetic advantage on the enemy " I then clap my hands together " Now lets get to work boys! * Points to the rookies * Josh,Karren, Bill, and Jacob! Follow me.. " I say as they stand and start to follow me to the war room.
The anthro had once again found himself in a tight spot. He had managed to loose the raiding party, but he was now hiding in a locker that belonged to a scientist he used to know. Alvan was his name. The two had worked together for years, well before the outbreak of the pandemic that began to transform humans. Yet, he was one of the first to get infected by a bite. He willingly committed himself to experiments to help find a cure, but alas, his mentality had began to degrade and he had to be put down immediately, as he began to attack others on sight. Or so he was told. The feline known as Leo, had known him for a long time... he could never believe his mental condition could be tilted so easily. There were never any reports of it, and there was no evidence. The cat looked to his hands, examining them through the small slivers of light, claws and fur greeted him with a low glow.
He saw he was a beast on the outside... but he knew he was perfectly sane, a human. Outside of the instincts that only want to thrive for his own personal welfare and survival. Something deep inside him kept echoing in an entrancing tone, for him to accept it, for there was no possible chance for him to ever be considered normal. Yes... the tone was entrancing... “Normality...” the feline began in a gruff whisper. “What is it,” his open hands now tighten into fist. He stared down to his hands for a long while, and then flinched when he heard SWAT style raids being produced. They clearly made no efforts to mask their prescience to him. Sounds of the doors splintering open as they were kicked in, or torn completely from the hinges, and footsteps all storming inside. The word “clear” rang out multiple times, before the process continued on.
He concentrated once more as the rest of his thoughts continued through his mind. They said he too was going insane, but he was sure they were incorrect.“Normality is not a thing, nothing tangible... it is an idea... an idea that the dominant species place in order, that all who's not on the same line of thought, are abnormal. But... normality... normality is based on what feels right... and being... being what I am... feels... complete... correct. If this feels... correct... then to me... I am normal... being what I am... is different to the dominant race... I am only pray to them now... but I want to live... no... I will thrive to survive... and escape.”
((I see your letters... I just don't want to bother with em <.<))
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((Actually, new location - around Sante Fe - Black Mesa is too far away from anything.))
I giggled slightly as I flew from the moon to the Earth through deep space - free falling never felt so good.
Wait, what? I thought as I woke up in shock. I saw a completely opposite dream... then I realised it wasn't a dream. I was still in my seat, the seat belt still on... I had no idea what happened, but judging by the horrifying (yet somehow relaxing) carnage and headache...
We crashed. The plane CRASHED. Those were the words that flooded my head. Another punishment from God, this time trying to kill me? He's already separated me from my family. I rose from my seat, sliding slightly into the dirt. I looked around, hoping someone else was alive... "Hello? Is anyone out there!?" The people I heard were my own voices - no one survived. Then again, only like 20 people boarded. I wadded through the dirt and sand, jumping over the occasional melting metal and broken body. This is bad... real bad. I cried in my head so hard that I ended up shedding tears, washing away the dirt, grit and sand from my eyes - now my family thinks I'm dead, and I'm alone in this desert. Thank god there's a road nearby.
...although I still have no idea what disease is spreading. I picked my Colt Python that I smuggled earlier, clearing out the sand. I walked out onto the sand, tired and still shaken from the crash. I flung myself onto the road, my hands pushed by the wind. I saw a dot from afar, taking several steps back as I breathed - the car passed me. Initially, I was disappointed. But then I realised they were... wolves.
How? How did this happen? I blinked before rubbing my eyes, striding onto the road...
I open my eyes. Ugh... morning already? Looking out my window, I see the same chaos as every day. Us fighting those... things. At first, they just seemed to be people acting like animals, but the next thing I know, they begin to look like animals too. This just keeps getting worse and worse. I need to hold on though... just wait until they find a cure, then I can go back outside without worrying about them attacking me. I sigh, and get ready for the day. I walk out of my apartment and go down the elevator, steering clear of anyone with the virus. I get on the bus and find a seat. I knew that if I kept living like this, then I would get it some time or another, but I don't really have a choice.
((I wonder... could we end up on the same bus? lol))
The bus finally gets to the station, after picking up a few more humans... oddly enough no new passengers were anthros. I look over at the bus driver, who responds with "I know what you're thinkin', and I gotta say... thank goodness for bullet-proof glass." He then knocks on the glass, which was clean enough to be invisible. It seems as though it provided a barrier between him and the passengers... not only so he can't be shot at, but also so he can do his job without infecting others. I simply get off the bus, not really having anything else to say to the man, and start walking over to the next one that would drop me off at me college... which, thanks to the fact that an overwhelming 99% of the student population, and 95% of the teachers have become infected, has since been called, rather unlovingly, the 'School for dogs'. I get to where I know the 17 bus would stop, and simply sit down on the nearby bench, and wait. After about three minutes, I see someone walk up to me, and take out a baseball bat... "What do you think you're doing, lizard?" He asks me, apparently trying to sound menacing. "Just... waiting on the bus. Please, just leave me be, sir... I don't want any trouble." I reply to him, not wanting to get in a fight. Obviously, during the fight, I'd end up infecting the man whether or not I wanted to... that, and the fact that getting a police record right now wouldn't exactly look good for anthros everywhere. "Yeah? You think you have the right to use the bus? You think you deserve to use the bus, kid? 'cause I can tell you, this bus station is humans only!" He then says to me, apparently trying to rile me up, so I'd fight. "I'm afraid you're wrong, sir. Most, if not all of the bus drivers are anthros, by now... so any place where they work couldn't possibly be humans only." I then say to him. He seems angered by what I said, for some reason, and starts shouting "I know my girl works here, and I'm pretty sure she ain't some creature straight from the depths of H***!!!" He emphasized that last word, apparently to try to make his point. The 17 bus stops by us, and he says "That's her, now, oh, man, you're going to get it when she comes out. I can tell you right now that she hates these so-called 'Anthros' as much as I do." The passengers, a 25-75 mix between humans and anthros, with the lesser population being anthros then come out of the bus... as well as the driver, a cardinal anthro. "HEY, who the HECK are you, and what have you done with my old lady!?" The man shouts as he turns his attention towards the driver, and away from me. The bus driver looks at him, confused, and asks "What? Are you on coke, again, T?" He doesn't seem too pleased by her remark, and decides to take off towards her. The bus driver, after figuring out that he's going to hurt her, flies off, and onto the roof of hte bus that she was supposed to drive. I take this time to get on the bus... but not before scratching the man, and making it look as though it was an accident. Seems he'll have to learn... one way or another. I think as I board the bus, with him still focused on the anthro who was apparently his girlfriend. I make sure I let the machine scan my bus pass, and notice that everyone else on this bus was an anthro. I let out a slight sigh of relief, and sit down in my own seat, as I usually do, taking the window seat to allow another passenger to sit in the same set of seats.
Sasha? Or was it now Demeter? The military personelle and the scientist/doctors had confused her so. It was to protect her identity, or so she was told, and it was to protect her children from harm. How long has it been? A month now perhaps since everything changed...taken from her in such a horrible way. She did as she was told, becoming a human...nay anthro test subject, guinea pig. Others weren't so lucky, they were isolated, experimented on. The worst ones, the most viscious were often tortured or worse. But she got a store, and she had her pets which she was occassionally allowed to see. It wasn't fair though, she wished to cuddle with them and to sleep with them again.
Sleeping...how long has it been since she truly felt rested? Her nightmares were more severe than they had been when she was growing up. She missed her boyfriend and when he would wrap his arms around her, kissing her tenderly. The thought made her hurt and that led to anger, but she felt her collar begining to pulse and did her best to forget about it. The shocks were terrible and painful, reminding her of her transformation. The counselers did their best to get her through this but she just wanted this collar off. She was a person not a lab rat...but she wasn't allowed to be angry. A tear came down her face as she sat there, on a tree on her rare times allowed outside but not far. She knew she was being watched, some of the soldiers looking for one reason to shoot her as the whole world had gotten scared.
Some strange mutant virus...appearing out of thin air. America didn't create it...nor did China or Russia...it was almost alien but Alien's didn't exist. But up until a month ago.......Anthro's and furries were just a thing found on the internet or people in fur suits or some strange extreme surgery. She looked down at her furred hands, remembering when they were skin. At one point they were also paws like a cat but with opposable thumbs. Now they were inbetween a human's and a cat's. She wrapped herself in her wings, when she was a human she longed to fly. Now she could...but she was also covered in fur with a tail and her ears were now larger and higher up on her head.
The world here....was terrible and chaotic. She thought that she had finally gotten out and rid of the chaos in her life. But it was like some cruel twisted joke. Here the world was in chaos. Those that remained unchanged found pleasure in killing those that were even if they were not harming anyone. They would even destroy any progress for a vaccine and cure just so they could finally kill off people. However from another's stand point they would look at it as though the world needs this due to overpopulation and crowding. China must of had the worst of it though. First infected with Aids due to African mingling, now this Anthro Virus.
"Hey Sash! Time's up. We're to head inside for the night." came the all too familiar voice of Mellisa Corpral, the unchanged human that Sasha had saved from that horrible witch of a neighbor who Sasha held responsible for her current state. Out of everyone here, Mellisa was the only one to make Sasha, aka Demeter, feel welcome and any ounce of happyness. She was also the only one to really use Sasha's real name, albeit a nickname runoff, but still. Sasha turned around and smiled at her only friend before she flew down, not wanting to be electrocuted again. She did pull on it though, removing her hair from getting tangled in it. It buzzed at her which meant that was a warning to leave it alone. She followed Mellisa inside where the door was promptly closed on her. It was sad, she felt like a prisoner here, which technically she was. She didn't know where she was or how to leave, but she did hope. Hope at least this could be over, that she could return to a life she had.
Unlike what others thought, Sasha or Demeter actually dreamed of a cure to return to being human who was also immune to this...plague. She currently felt as though no one could love her, and her dreams of marriage and having children just began to dissapear to the horrizon. Oh she missed her boyfriend so much...but he was gone and she was alone save for her cats. She would have to sleep without them again. How much more did they wish from her? Her cats were already proven to be immune to the airborne virus, so why couldn't she cuddle them now? You leave them alone for so long they might forget you and stop loving you.
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I staggered through the beating heat of the sun, wading through the sea of sand as my raincoat and jacket hung onto my waist. It was just as annoying as the beach, except there was no sea. As I took my steps on the road, I thought I saw several lines of low-lying tents and the occasional shanty house... Wait... since when was the desert populated? I thought, taking a few more steps as I fell. When I moved my head to the side, I thought... I saw a lizard standing over me. I was either hallucinating or I was still in my dream. My eyes trailed from his 3 toes with claws to the tip of his pointy head. "Uhhh... huh?" I murmured. "Hey... we've got a human! And he looks like he just died!" What is he talking about? The thought flooded my mind as I saw rainbows and heard Beethoven's music playing.
I didn't realise I blacked-out. Ok... it was just dream in another dream. Shouldn't have watched Inception. When I open my eyes, I will be in the plane experiencing turbulence at times. Eyes open. True. Everything normal. False. I groaned, my neck hurting from the lack of a pillow. "Hey there." I heard a voice tumble into my ear from across the room. I turned my neck like I did before, now as if it was a regular routine, and stared - it was a cat. Or something. More specially a Cheetah- Ok, the point was that it was big, standing, dotted with spots, furry, and looked strangely familiar, and- "Ow... is this hell?" I asked the 'devil' as I dropped a tear. "No silly." My hands flew from the bed to my face, like some sort of defective mousetrap. "God. I'm guessing this isn't hell either." He chuckled slightly. Then I realised it was a woman from both the voice and the... beautiful and seducing hair... trailing behind her... No, I will not love her! My girlfriend is more... actually, they're both quite the same when it comes to beauty... I slowly thought with my jaw open. "Woah, you look like you've crashed through a window in slow motion-" "-Plane crash." I corrected her without realising it, also not realising that I stood up. "I... getting away from some sort of weird plague in a plane from New York. Originally supposed to go on a plane..." I stammered slightly. "-I mean train!" ...a bit of drool trailing from my lips. "How odd. My boyfriend got mixed up as well, traveling by air instead of rails. I still haven't seen him for a while..." I finally snapped out of whatever just happened. "Who are yo-, where am I-, DON'T EAT ME!" I shouted as I fell of my bed onto my back. "Venus' flower, what just got into you?" I quickly jumped, finally realising what happened. "Uh... where am I?" She rolled her eyes as she stood rather disturbingly close... yet almost lovingly. Strangely. "Anthro Capital of New Mexico." "...uh?" I didn't move my lips as I backed away slightly. "This plague... well... I don't really know how to explain it. I was infected. Then I changed after being stabbed in an alley." My eye-lids drooped - how often does someone end up killed in an alley? "I woke up with some brown hair on me... then I grew more, and my body shape painfully change-" Another of my kind burst through the door, the side of his arm smacking into the wall as he fell onto the floor, the dusty stripped shirt tearing slightly. "Hey... what the-" I said with mystery as an... over-sized rhino lifted him. "You... don't ever steal water again." He threw him out the house as he turned to us. "Oh. Sorry Summer." He then glared at me briefly before walking out, propping the door back up. Summer... Summer... The words echoed in my head. Yet, I couldn't remember why it was so familiar.
My head was bleeding from the plane crash. Also I realised I couldn't just ask for water. I wouldn't even dare with food.
I get off of the bus at school and see some people picking on an Anthro. I wanted to help, but I might end up catching the virus in the process. He may not look human on the outside, but he's still human on the inside... I think... I decide to steer clear of the fight, and stay low, trying not to attract to much attention. When I get inside the school, I notice that there seems to be more Anthros than last week. Where did this virus come from anyway? Everything has to originate from somewhere, right? I sigh. Well, for now I guess we just have to deal with it. I walk into class and sit down in a chair.
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"I keep on having this strange feeling I know you." I rubbed my head as I turned to this... Summer. "...and how? I've only known you for about several minutes, and I don't even know your name." I smirked at what she said, my hand waving slightly. "My name is-" I suddenly blacked out, losing sensation I was falling.
I woke up. Again. This time on a comfortable hospital bed, with Summer beside me blinking. "Ow... what happened?" She sighed. "You fainted. My guess would be from the head injury and blood loss." I realised I was hooked onto this high-hanging blood pack. At the same time... "How'd you get me here?" She lifted her leg - I turned my face away. "I ran. Cheetah's are surprisingly fast." "They're not." I responded as she lowered her leg. "It's not surprising that they're the world's fastest animal." I turned my face slightly, moving it all the way at her. She was so beautiful... then a nurse in blue walked in. "Hello Mr. Hall. We were surprised at what we found." I noticed I had slight fatigue from the blood loss and muscular pain. "Well... you had internal bleeding from surviving a plane crash. Consider yourself a lucky man. Although we can't seem to ID you." She patted me on the head as she left. I cleaned the grease off my hair. "Odd... my boyfriend had the last name Hall." I moved to the right slightly, in pain of course. "Well Hall is kinda common..." I lay back down on the bed lazily, thinking about what happened.
Then she sneezed in my face. "Sorry." She replied. Oh god it was disgusting.
Then she mysteriously looked more attractive all of a sudden - I fainted again, this time from that; apparently I suffered a heart attack.
((I meant for the first bus... as Sonic once said... 'You're too slow!'))
After a long and loud argument between two who used to be lovers, the man kneels down in pain. Seems this variation of the virus progresses more quickly... Strange... I'll have to make a note of that, for later... I think as the man starts growing scales, and, somewhat to my relief, a shell. Well, I'm glad he's not becoming a crocodile or aligator anthro, he'd probably seek revenge, then... I think in my relief. The bus driver gets back into the bus, and, just before she closes the doors, she spits on her obviously ex-boyfriend. He seems to be shouting "W-wait! Honey... just... FORGIVE ME!" She didnt' want to hear any of it, and looks at her watch, only to realize that she's late, and, upon realizing that, she drives off as if she were in Nascar. She was ignoring lights, and only just avoiding accidents. the entire trip was exciting, but also frightning. Thankfully, after not too long, she had to stop to let a few passengers out. After that, she slowed down thanks to an elderly woman who entered the bus. Oddly enough, she was wearing a haz-mat suit, and seemed human. "Ugh, monsters, all of ya! I knew I'd find you here..." She says to absolutely nobody. The older lady continues to talk to nobody for the entirety of the trip, annoying the heck out of the rest of us. My stop came, eventually, but thankfully, as soon as it does, I signal for a stop, and she does her job, stopping at the college, and letting at least twenty others out of the bus... with the old lady still talking to herself as if someone's still listening. The first thing I notice when I get off of the bus was the fact that someone had spray-painted 'School 4 dogz', as well as 'Kill them all' on a wall right next to the college. There were a few broken windows, as well as holes in the walls, thanks to several riots that happened near the place. "Wow, looks like this place didn't take the virus too well, huh?" One of the students next to me comments. She was a bluebird anthro, though, apparently, this was her first day here. I respond with "Yeah... well, you know... jerks and bricks get along reeeeeal well during these kinds of scenarios." She laughs at my somewhat lame joke, and adds "Well, first day here... so... am I going to have to wear some sort fo suit, or something?" I shake my head at this, and say "Nah... pretty much everyone here is infected... thus the nickname 'School for dogs'." The two of us go our seperate ways... after all, I had to eat, and she apparently had to get to know the campus... or get to class.
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Human diary:
5/18/13, [LOCATION UNKNOWN]:
We still have no idea where this plague came from. We have named it 'Anthro-virus', because some of us wouldn't really describe it as a plague. We have good news and bad news.
Good news: A cure has been made.
Bad news: Only works during the incubation period and during transformation - cure is painful if taken during transforming period as you'll turn human again while breaking your bones. It's in limited stock, and may not work, so don't expect miracles.
Unfortunately, the lab you are currently in suffered a breach - I'm afraid you're infected with the air-borne form.
As for me and the scientists... well, I'm currently hanging by a rope. Not sure about the others though.
-Huaz
Anthro diary:
5th of May, 2013, [LOCATION UNKNOWN]:
It's getting harder to find supplies.
Already one of my friends had her leg shot by a trigger-happy moron with a gun. Hopefully she survives, although it's unlikely... my partner ended up killing the assailant in the end. Just wish everyone in this suburb won't kill us.
They apparently found a cure... I'm not sure whether to pursue it, or just leave myself as it be.
...
Actually, I kinda like myself as it is.
A human came wandering near our house earlier - my friend accidentally fell out the door from her injuries. Strangely, he helped her get up. Looks like not every human wants to kill. Unfortunately, he ran away immediately before we could thank him.
We had to move - our house was fire-bombed. Chances are that the diary will survive in the safe that is currently in. Although one of my friends sneezed into it by accident.
-Summer
Gentlemates, welcome to Anthro Earth. A furry RP, my 3rd RP (one that I wish won't die). A plague named Anthro-virus has ravaged Earth, but the plague has... well, let's just say half of all humans now have animal traits. This takes place slightly above 3 weeks after the Earth was infected with a plague that turned humans into... Anthros (yes, it's a name).
Current events:
World currently infected by plague. Named 'Anthro-virus'
Group formed - purpose is to infect all humans with Anthro-virus.
News channel dissing Anthros - given even badder name due to assault.
War going on in Sante Fe - New Arizona vs. Allied States
Map of ISA (Individual States of America):
Anthro-virus comes in 2 forms:
Air-borne: EXTREMELY contagious, although it will only transform you if you're critically injured/mortally wounded. Symptoms include coughing, acting like an animal (literally), sneezing, and rarely vomiting. The incubation period takes forever, but ends when you're critically injured/mortally wounded. Transformation takes rather long however, ranging from several days to an entire week. The cure is known to work 100% in all cases.
Contact: Contagious through blood transmission, ST, being clawed or bitten. It WILL transform you regardless. The only symptom is acting like an animal, and discomfort (such as fatigue). The incubation period is roughly between a day to 3. Transformation however is rather short, taking from 10 painful minutes to 6 hours. The cure only has a chance to work between 65% to 80%.
There are only 4 known strains - Canis, Aves, Lacertilia and Felidae. Canis will transform you into an Anthro-wolf (or dog, or fox, or etc.), Aves will transform you into an Anthro-bird, Lacertilia will transform you into an Anthro-lizard, and Felidae will transform you into an Anthro-tiger (or cat, or cheetah, or etc.). There is an unconfirmed 5th strain which has hardly any real information, but you might to able to determine the source of the plague according to rumours...
Sometimes, the plague mutates further - anthro-lizards might get wings and breath fire for example. New (but unofficial strains) may came up, such as Anthro-rabbits. More rarely, it'll mutate into a new species - currently there's none (that we know of), but it's been shown to do that in the right conditions in labs.
If an animal or insect is infected... DO NOT APPROACH, EVEN IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT EQUIPMENT (which is basically anything). They will go feral, and are very unpredictable - a cute poodle could become your worst nightmare as it rips you to shreds with it's new teeth and jaws, or a swarm of ants could break through your armour with their new intelligence. It's not known if the forms, 4 (5?) and unofficial strains have an impact on the animals or insects.
Human:
Pro:
-Smarter
-More common sense
-Mentally stronger (some rarely even have psychic powers (not that anyone's gonna be psychic here ))
Con:
-Physically weaker
-Less durable
-Subject to infection (ANY disease really, not just limited to the plague)
Anthro:
Pro:
-Physically stronger (such as better hearing)
-More durable
-No longer subject to infection (ANY disease)
-Furry (Put in 'Other')
Con:
-Less smarter
-Less common sense
-Mentally weaker (you might even be able to hypnotize one with the right tricks)
Due to claims of being rude to the furries (which is unfortunately true), you may swap the pros and cons around - these are just bases.
World is still in shock, so it's hard to tell.
If you have ANY suggestions, please post them - I'm trying to make this RP excellent.
Misc. information:
Red = Important
Green = Unimportant
Set in New Mexico, Sante Fe and around it.
There will be signs of urban decay, although it'll be severe as the buildings in China, not the typical zombie movie buildings.
Some anthros/humans will have gone crazy and started killing everyone.
US has 'collapsed' (seperated) - now known as the Individual States of America (ISA). Most states have fallen, but some are standing. In fact, some have combined, or new states were formed. How did it happen? President's dead, Vice is missing, Speaker is also dead. Several members of the Senate are Anthros, leading to a huge argument that ended in civil war for about 1 week and a half - USA is now ISA.
Money might be accepted by one person, but rejected by the other - try to find and scavenge stuff instead.
Public transport is available, although not as common. Foreign travel on the other hand is screwed - trips out the country (or even the states) are almost impossible.
Places that were previously unoccupied (say a desert) will have a small population due to the general population fleeing the infection.
Sante Fe is densely populated because of it's relationship between Anthros and humans. Although it's been crumbling recently.
Certain commodities such as milk and pork have run into low supply as most of the animals have gone feral (even cows can somehow kill - they now have (bigger) hooves).
War going on in Sante Fe - best thing to do is leave.
Currently, you're trying to survive...
Anthro Earth (put in 'Other').
Secret already given out - if leaked, individual(s) will face a ban.
1. BE REALISTIC. Not every anthro can just get to wear untattered and clean clothes (uh... check out rule 2), and a shotgun. You also can't just find a RPG-7 in the middle of the desert (unless allowed, and it was somewhere reasonable. Such as a military base), and you can't just reload really fast or swing a steel pipe really fast (unless your character can handle a weapon REALLY well with previous experience).
2. NO NSFW OR YIFF appearance. For god's sake, we're NOT going to accept people with that as it further reinforces the stereotype and taboo. Although I have to admit that the rule 'kinda' ruins the apocalyptic atmosphere.
3. Please follow, not only the forum RP rules (no powergaming, metagaming, or godmodding), but also the forum rules. Please note that this also applies to rule 2 - you can get banned for appearance. It also applies to rule 2, 8 and 15.
4. Science Fiction; yes. Although not the one with laser guns and such, just plain present, about 23 days in the future.
5. If you've read the OP, then you should know what words to put in 'Other'.
6. This may be a Furry RP (put in 'Other'), but it does not mean you are just restricted to the 4 (5?) strains.
7. My word is law. Unless it's plain ridiculous (such as 'EVERYONE DIES! THE END!') - It's either a joke, or a sign that I've gone mad with power.
8. If there's gonna be romance involved, keep it PG 13.
9. You can have a maximum of 3 characters and 5 NPCs.
10. NO KILLING OFF OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS. Unless you get their permission.
11. ((If you post Out of Context/Character (OOC), please post like this.))
12. Please post your apps, suggestions, long OOC posts, and arguments into the OOC thread.
13. Please don't use a clichéd bio - it'll be troublesome for the both of us.
14. If you're abusive with mod/admin powers, you will be stood down and given a ban.
15. Treat others nicely. Any abuse (such as just randomly attacking another character in IC without a valid reason, or constantly abusing another member in OOC) will result in both a ban and a report as it breaks forum rules. This also applies to rule 3.
Name: (What you are called.)
Age: (How old are you.)
Gender: (Either male or female.)
Appearance: (NO NSFW OR YIFF IMAGE if provided - I cannot stress that enough. Provide image, describe, or both.)
Species: (Human or anthro-(something).)
Bio: (At least a paragraph long, and not cliched.)
Inventory: (What do you currently have on you.)
Other: (READ THE RULES.)
Theme song: (Optional.)
Name: Leo Cyrule
Gender: Male
Apperance: Leo stands six feet two , and has a very sleek and toned build. His legs are normally slightly bent at the knees to make up for the digigrade feet that holds him up. His tail is also relatively shorter than most felines, stopping only at his knees rather than falling all they way down to his ankles like most.
The fur that covers his body is a dark gray color, that shines only slightly in harsh light, making it easier for him to hide in the darkness than others. His fur is also speckled with matte black spots that are denser near his joints and down his back, than they are in other locations. His hair after the transformation turned into a dull silver undergroomed mess. And lastly his eyes are a sharp emerald green.
He dons a white polo shirt, that is tattered along the wrist of the sleeves, and a few small holes had been punched or torn into it from previous struggles. His black pants are in no better condition, though it has more hard water stains than blood. On his leather belt, also black, is a holster that holds a police’s Telescopic Blackjack.
Bio: Leo was an ex-scientist before his transformation. Even though he has mostly contributed in past works as a physicist, he helped maintain and even construct the various forms of equipment used to help crack and solve the plague. However, things have gone amiss, and days before the discovery of the infection within animals, Leo had been assaulted by one of the more feral creatures. He was pounced on and torn deeply into by both claws and fangs. It would have been something that could have potential killed him if he didn’t toss his arm into the creature’s jaws. The animal was quickly killed, but the damage was already done. He was now infected with the virus, and began his slow and painful transformation in quarantine… nearly going insane from the lack of any human possibility, instead he was confined in a single room, and alone.
Species: Desert Serval
Other: Before transforming into an anthro, Leo had taken Taekwondo classes, that also trained him in how to use several different modern weapons, but more specifically the telescopic baton. Along with his quickened feline reflexes and speed, he is quite a dangerous foe in close quarters. He also obtained a strange natural instinct of survival skills with stealth and acrobatics.
He however, is a terrible shot with all ranged weapons, like guns. And the lowered intelligence often times makes it incredibly difficult to figure out how to make up for the bullet drop, or reloading a gun.
Furry
Anthro Earth
Furry RP
Theme:
Name: Tachi Saito
Gender: male
Appearance- Six foot tall thin person, well toned abs and a very clean face. Hair is shaved clean off. Due to his current job, he is often in a full body protection suit to protect against the deadly disease. It is a pale white, with a large visor on its rounded head. Inside the suit he wears a filtration system to prevent airborne sickness. However, he must rely on intelligence and discipline alone to avoid infection from slashing.
provided - very short range stun device, concealed pistol [due to being an FBI agent, and because you never know when you might need it, it doesn’t have much ammo though] and aforementioned white suit.
Species: American Asian human
Bio: After the initial outbreak of the transformation pandemic as it’s called in some parts of the world, demands for a cure have skyrocketed. Efforts to make a cure have done decently, but it still is not completely there yet; it will be another couple months until a true cure can enter the scene and be mass distributed. Meanwhile, various governments of the world [especially America, Russia, China and oddly enough, Japan] have made a protocol that has gone into practice called Protocol 993. This protocol is a quarantine protocol that has caused each governments part of the UN sanctioned pact to go out, find carriers of the disease and take them to temporary internment camps until a cure can be found.
Victims of this horrible plague have for the most part, agreed to be quarantined. But there are some who stubbornly refuse to comply, seeing the borderline superhuman traits given by the disease as a great thing and openly go out of their way to try make more people into the beasts as a way to make more, as well as some who have refused to comply despite their capability to infect others with the disease under the pretense that they prefer it over their own human self. These people are usually self-loathing, misanthropic and complete twats. Thankfully, agents have been dispatched to capture, or if the situation calls for it, kill these dangerous individuals in order to rid the world of this mysterious plague.
Efforts by the US government and others to contain this existential threat are only now seriously cracking down, and stability in the world is very low.
Thankfully, FBI agents such as Tachi Saito have been dispatched by the US Government to contain such monsters and protect citizens from infected individuals. A fair share of the agents have begun work with people of the USAMRIID, the FBI agents usually doing the dirty work.
Tachi himself has ten years of experience in agent work from the FBI, and has very recently been selected to be part of the Pandemic Containment Commission as a high ranking officer, thanks to his experience in the field of hunting down individuals. He worked his way up the ranks, joining the FBI at the age of twenty. Thanks to his very accomplished academic prowess and skills in detective work he would rank up through the system rapidly. He is one who takes whatever actions needed to by his superior and thinks in terms of efficiency, not irrationality like those whom he has now been sent to detain for the US government in New Mexico.
His parents were Japanese immigrants in the 1980's, who were very traditionalist leading to Tachi's loyal nature and structured mindset which allows him to be a very systematic and constantly thinking detective, looking at everything and ignoring nothing.
Other: Furry and Anthro World and Furry RP oh my
Theme song: Null
Name: Rakia Gracer
Gender: Male
Appearance: https://www.google.c...367006882694889
Species: Human
Bio: Rakia has always hated weird fandoms like Furry's and Bronys. He always despised them but kept it to himself because people have their own opinion on things. When news struck that a plauge was turning people into animal like creatures they called Anthros, he was scared, but in his mind he was somewhat happy, why? Well see when he found out that people were killing them and discarding them from sociaty he felt happy and relieved. Rakia was grown though and was living on his own he was an adult, he was 25 for gods sake and he felt like he was a child for having such a hatred for a thing. But his anger got the best of him and he came up with a plan, a plan to show the people infected with the plauge that there's no hope for them... that there's no reason for them to exist now. It became a sensation on the web, then it was shut down by the government and Rakia's fifteen minutes of fame were over. Eventually he moved to the main source of the plauge and made sure he was kept safe from it. Constantly spraying down the house keeping it in lock down always making sure when he went out he'd wear a gas mask. Eventually he got so obessed with this plauge and how to stop it that he went completely nuts and rally'd a small rebelling army. He currently has a army of ten and has kept it a secret so far. Well not a army but a rather big gang of people who despise the infected indiviuals. Rakia still resides in that area and will further try to get the word out.
Other: Furry RP,ANthro earth, Human
Theme song:
Name: Robert Morris
Age: 23
Gender: ♂
Species: Anthro (his species is currently unknown, though, he apparently belongs in the Crotaphytidae family, closely related to the common collared lizard.)
Appearance: The scales on his head are a jet black. The collar in the middle of his... oddly long for a lizard's neck is a bright gold. The rest of his body is actually medium blue color, save for on his belly, where it's stark white. He stands at a mere 5'2", has bright orange eyes, with slitted pupils, and has claws that match the color of his head.
Bio: Robert had a fairly average life for a while... save for the fact that every year of it saw him moving, most likely to a new state. While he was born in California, he has, throughout his life, also lived in Nevada, Arizona, Texas, Mississippi, New york, New Jersey, and, more recently, New Mexico. He's been in several schools, has been labeled as 'special', though, grades were never the issue when he was little... it was, more or less, the bullies of the school. He was picked on because he was small, nerdy, and socially awkward... what may have made this even worse was the fact that when he was little, he used to have a little... anger issue. He would always retaliate when the bullies got on his nerves, and unfortunately, the relatively smoother-talking bullies would always make it seem like Robert attacked them for absolutely no reason, this, of course, got him in huge trouble, every time, guaranteed. He eventually got over this issue, and would now only attack if attacked, first... this has helped him, greatly, as now he doesn't usually care what others say about him, often laughing it off, or simply ignoring them.
Only a couple months into his move into New Mexico, he started feeling... strange. At first, he simply thought it was his allergies acting up, again, as it was mainly sneezing, but after a while it started to get weirder and weirder. Robert still had to go to college, after all, he couldn't skip the first day of the new semester just because he felt weird. On his way to college, he noticed a few people on the bus... barking at him. He passed that off as just the weirdos that usually ride the bus, and didn't think much of it at the time. In fact, all it really did was give him another reason to get a driver's license and a car... of course, he was such a horrible driver, that seemed a little far off. When he finally got to college, he noticed his classmates and teacher acting as strange as the weirdos on the bus. This was getting weird... and worse? Some of them were rapidly growing fur, feathers, or... and this is odd, scales. The day went on normally after that one class, save for the teachers and students constantly sneezing... including Robert, of course. However, this normalcy wouldn't last. It happened, Robert was at dinner, and his little brother was trying to take one of his slices of pizza. He had no idea what came over him, but, he nearly attacked his little brother, and, much to his own surprise, he hissed at his brother. He ran away from the dinner table, after that, no longer hungry, more worried.
Many thoughts passed through his head, such as Why did I just hiss at him? What's going on with me? What was going on with school? Then, of course, the changes started happening. It started with his hands, and, within a week... well, he couldn't really call himself human, anymore. He is currently trying to find the cause of the disease, and possibly put it to an end... even if he is one. He, however, likes his new form, but doesn't want anyone to be forced to become something they don't want to be... and is trying to find a way to go out in public without either being shot or infecting others... his brother and his mother have both been infected, however, his dad remains human, mostly due to the fact that he's almost never around, and the fact that everyone else in the family has been real careful to not infect him... or even touch any food they prepare for Robert's dad.
Other: Furry Rp, Anthro World... and I almost had to strain my eyes to see that last one.
Name: Milloon Hall.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Long-sleeved T-Shirt with brown and grey checkers striping in the middle to the neck, messy black hair, barely noticeable tan, dull brown eyes (they look like they stare into your soul ), black and blue sports shoes, brown raincoat (untied, so it hangs and waves around), dusty green-brown tank top with zip in the middle (unzipped), grey-green cargo pants.
Species: Human.
Bio:
Born with a heart defect, his family had to use up every cent to afford surgery. They could've just gave birth to another baby, but they cared for Milloon. After a while a good parenting, his relationship with them seperated slowly... then regrew.
Poverty made things hard as his parents got angrier after realising they could've gotten another baby, along with the fact their work could've been cut out if they did - keeping him okay after surgery was very hard. But, his parents did a good job of keeping their anger away from him, eventually it fading away. His dad released some of it by teaching Milloon boxing, while his mother released her rage at her students at school.
When he got into high school, he bullied some of the other students (which was strange considering he wasn't THAT strong and tall - he was about the same size as the average teen)... including other bullies. Because of that, he was an outcast to everyone. His parents didn't really notice until an incident involving Milloon chocking a nerd getting revenge on another bully - their anger showed, although because most of it faded away, they just gave him long talks and the occasional shout (which hurt the entire family).
After cleaning himself up, he attended NYU. His family rose from the lower class to the middle class as his father found a job as a professional boxer, often tagging with his son, while his mother got a raise. His exam marks were initially low until he had a partner named Summer. A strictly platonic relationship was set, but over time they bent it.
Unfortunately, his father and Summer went missing after he offered to pick her up - their car went missing. Devastated, he thought about dropping out, until his mother gave him the support he needed - his marks stayed the same, even without her. Although he did miss her.
He received a chilling message, along with his mother, several days later. Summer and Milloon's father was kidnapped. He couldn't pay the ransom, instead having to go get them himself. He subdued one of the assailants (unwittingly with his own syringe), and shot the other one as he tried to figure out the safety - he thought the trigger was the safety.
Being praised as a hero despite killing a man shocked Milloon - he didn't study and couldn't sleep properly for several days. How could the people not understand that? He thought (which would've been ironic considering the bullying he did). After several weeks of therapy, he felt better - much better. He actually enjoyed killing afterwards (although he hid it from others, including Summer).
When he graduated, he spent his years as a factory inspector. He almost lost that position due to missing a day of work to take care of Summer when she had cancer.
Just before hearing about the infection, Milloon grew paranoid over time as he became more protective, buying a Colt Python as a means of protection. She was initially scared, but eventually got used to it as it started to become dusty in the safe.
When the infection struck, Milloon rushed out of his workplace to pick up his parents and Summer. Unfortunately, she was unknowingly infected with the air-borne strain.
During the infection, they rushed to get away - unfortunately, they got separated at the train station. Milloon didn't get on the train in time, instead getting on a random plane to New Mexico...
Other: Furry, Furry RP, and Anthro Earth.
Theme song: HL2 - Path of Borealis (Remix) (would provide a video, but YouTube's blocked here in China).
Name: Gavin
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown hair, usually covered by a dark blue hoodie. Wears light/faded jeans. His eyes are blue, he has a slight tan. He isn't very muscular, but not scrawny either. Gavin is a bit tall for his age, and has short hair.
Species: Human
Bio: Gavin was born in one of the more deficient areas of New Mexico (or Santa Fe, not sure which one it is at this point). Him and his parents lived in a small apartment building, with low income. Because of that, he didn't go to a very good school. There, Gavin was constantly bullied into giving up money/food/whatever he had with him. Gavin's life continued on like that for a while, his family struggling with the economy to keep their home. Even walking to school was risky; you never know when someone might come out of an alleyway with a gun. Due to that, he was always on guard, and barely ever relaxed. When the Anthro Virus came, the danger seemed to go up. Some of people that caught it decided to turn to a life of crime, mostly in the area that Gavin lived in. Eventually, his family decided to move, to avoid the crime, and the virus. However, they didn't have enough money to bring him along. Gavin convinced them to go, and told them that he would get a job. He explained that once he got enough money, he would follow them away from here. Gavin is one of the few that still believes there is hope for the world...
Other: Furry, Anthro Earth , and Furry RP.
Theme song: .
Name: Dylian Feralador
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall man usually wears cargo jeans, and a black t-shirt with a dark blue jacket. His hair is rather short, colored brown. His eyes are hazelnut, though sometimes they take the form of the eyes of a lynx, usually when he is close too close to infected people or injured. Also as lynx ears on top of his head, but he usually hides then using a bandana.
Species: Human (But different, explanation in Bio)
Bio:
Day ???: Nothing interesting happens in the lab anymore. We were again working to find a cure for cancer. Not much luck in our research. When we thought we would find something today… all hope gets smashed into oblivion.
Day 1 after plague: (after-noon) Last day I said that nothing interesting ever happens anymore. Well, to my surprised, some of our colleagues started to change mentally it seemed. Some of them were barking… some coughing repeatedly. We put them in a high quarantine chamber, worried about what was happening.
Day 3: Well, it seems our colleagues started to change physically. We still gave them food and water, but we were really wondering what happen. They were able to respond to us that most of them were attacked by animals. They thought it was strange, and now they knew slightly why. For their transformations… some of them grew feathers, others fur… It was really something. They were changing… We were currently trying to find a cure. They were in pain while transforming, and we were worried about that.
Day 5: We did not have much luck with the cure… But we did see that after transformation our colleagues kept most of their mentality and they kept under control, not going berserk or anything. We decided to give them some equipment, and to split the lab into 2 parts, with a large plastic wall to split the 2 parts. We were looking at first for a way to prevent the infection. That was most important for now. Strangely enough, most of our colleagues seemed to like their new forms. Still, we did not want humans to be forced to change like that.
Day 8: Progress goes slowly. Some of the people I was working with were transforming also. They were really unlucky with that. We needed to find a way to prevent infection, and these setbacks were not helping.
Day 10: We got a lead. This might actually work. We used the same concept of a vaccine, but instead it would change slightly the DNA to protect from infection. We just hope it will work.
Day 11: Well, that idea failed. The vaccine actually speeded up the transformation… Back to the drawing board to find a cure.
Day 14: Out of 30 people from day 1 of the infection, we are now 10 left that are not changed by this plague. This is ridiculous. We won’t find a way to prevent it if we are all infected…
Day 18: Well we got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that we found a way, using the strands of the virus and modifying it, and then adding it to some other more common strands, to immunize the body from the infection and transformation.
The bad news… well… There is a side effect that makes the person have a certain animal trait, and have some moments while subjected to the infection that part of their body change. In my part… I grew lynx ears and it seemed my eyes changed to those of a lynx while I was near my old colleagues. Anyway, it was usually small parts like that that changed nothing major. Afterwards, those parts would go back to normal. We removed the barrier that was separating us from our old colleagues. Finally we would be able to work on a cure better with more people.
Day 20: Well, 1 word to describe this day: Crap. Some dang idiot decided that they did not like our work, and they burnt down the lab, destroying all our progress. We were stuck without anywhere to go. Some of the humans chased our colleagues away, while we hid our animal parts so they would not think we were infected. We hid ourselves among this crazy world with the usual cloths of every day. If only we still had our way to prevent infection…
Day 22: We decided that because of what was happening, we were best to split up, get some materials and met up the next day. We were going to be able to survive if we all worked together. At least we hope.
Day 23: No one came to the meeting… Talk feeling alone. I was able afterwards at least to get some humans to accept me in their group, even after seeing my animal parts. They were surprised when they discovered I was immune to this plague… and wanted to know how. Unfortunately I did not have the answer anymore.
Today: Nothing else to say. Another day trying to survive in this crazy world.
Other: Furry, Furry RP, Anthro earth and so many… many strains of DNA that are possible lol.
Theme song: None
Name: Real Name: Sasha Amber Elderglow. Codename: Demeter
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her tail is actually half amber orange and half white and often blends in with her wings.
Species: Feline Furry Anthro.
Bio: Before the Plauge, Sasha had a good life. She had moved in with her boyfriend and her two cats and they were living happy together and were planning on marrying as well as raising a family. It was something for the positive for her, as she came from years of Abuse, bullying and it put more than a dent on her psychosis. Her boyfriend had helped her see that not all people were evil and that there was good in the world. Slowly she had come out of shell.
Before Sasha met her boyfriend, she had gone to school for fashion design. She was also taught how to properly care and maintain her machine so it wouldn’t need to go to the service technician as much. Her joys in life were limited to Video Games, Artwork, Sewing and Fashion design as well animals, particularly her cats. She was just starting out a successful business and her boyfriend and herself were planning on investing into a building to be her store where she could sell her product while not online.
Not everything though was perfect. Sasha had neighbours that didn’t like her or her boyfriend. One was this family White Male Father Black Female Mother and their black children. One in particular was a trouble maker that loved to party while his parents were away and even tried to commit Grand Theft Auto by attempting to steal Sasha’s van while Sasha was away at work driving her smaller car.
Sasha came home earlier than expected and contacted the police on this kid, who immedeitly resorted to lying and even getting his father to lie for him as the whole family were ‘Good Christian Church Go’ers’. The police were about to arrest Sasha on a false police report until Sasha handed over video Surveillance that both her and her boyfriend had installed due to having trouble with the neighbors before and them trying to break into the shed that had their yard equipment in it. The police looked at the surveillance then arrested the black son. The family was beyond irate that their ‘DO NO WRONG’ son got arrested and that there would be a court case as a result of the incident.
However before the court case could arrive, the plague hit. The neighbors knew about it just before Sasha and her boyfriend as the Neighbors loved to watch the news and possibly had inside information. They somehow got their hands on feral animals and were attempting to get Sasha’s own cats infected. Sasha however had just opened the door and got concerned when she saw her two cats run inside and immediately went to hide themselves. That’s when Sasha and her boyfriend got attacked by two Feral Cats. Sasha was able to fight off the cats, much to her horror and sadness while the neighbor’s laughed at the sight. Sasha’s boyfriend killed one of the feral cats with a heavy book on accounting. Sasha killed the other one when she accidently knocked over the 30 inch flat screen TV that her boyfriend had been previously watching Sci Fi channel.
Sasha was able to call 911 about the report, apparently the call center had begun to get flooded with similar calls. They responded to Sasha though when she told them that the neighbors were the ones to sick the animals on them. Before the police could arrive though, the neighbor’s got mauled by the feral dogs they were planning to release on Sasha and her family of her boyfriend with two cats but instead the dogs turned on the neighbors, killing the white husband father by slashing out his throat with their maws leaving a mess of blood and innards.
The police arrived and shot dead the dogs, but not before they had already infected the wife. The police remained unaffected from the Virus, yet called in hazmat and poison control. Sasha, her boyfriend and the surviving wife were all taken to the hospital, while the police sealed off the house even though Sasha begged for her cats, who remained uninfected from the virus by some miracle.
Since the neighborhood Sasha and the others lived in was right by the Military based, they were taken there for Quarantine. Sasha’s boyfriend didn’t survive. His transformation was so violent that it caused him to have a heart attack and die, which struck a nerve of Sasha’s own psyche. The doctors there, which were really scientists, decided to experiment on both Sasha and the neighborhood woman. Sasha was treated with the experimental cure, something the scientists had as a member of them was from New Mexico and fled to Washington State when the Anthro Virus began so Washington Stated had a very brief time to prepare.
The effects did not work on the woman, Sasha’s neighbor, and she became vicious. Sasha however, briefly had a more cat like appearance including paws, cat face, and claws but the so called cure started shifting her back into human when a new mutation accord. She grew wings, a more human like face complete with flesh lips, and was very fluffy white and golden fur and feathers. She also retained her human intelligence, coupled with common sense and her own instincts but sacrificed the strength and speed she would have received had the scientists not forced the cure on her. However the shock of loosing her home, freedom and boyfriend damaged her already injured psyche due to the years of abuse when she was a young girl from her own so called family and her own emotions became personalities of their own that she is aware of but can’t contain who she is without lots of counseling.
On the fourth day the neighbor woman, who had transformed into a canine of Doberman Pincer breed, had broken out of her cage and was so violent had gone for the throat of the General’s daughter, a superior officer of the United States Army. Sasha somehow knew that this Doberman was trouble and upon hearing this she became so angry and a force to be reckon with in her own right despite not being physically strong or swift but she was able to fly and push the Canine Anthro off of Staff Sergeant Mellisa Corpral. The command was given to protect Sasha but kill off the Doberman woman. Sasha wasn’t as strong as the Canine Anthro, but used her wings to her own benefit and flew up to a light fixture and used her own weight to cause it to crash on top of the canine Anthro, killing her by crushing her which also smashed her brain all over the floor.
Sasha however, didn’t stay, and she flew off to her house worried about her cats, as she was now in motherly worried mode. She was followed by the military to her house, where she got herself in to. Her cats were starving as they hadn’t eaten anything in four days and she fed them and cared for them but they did not get infected by her or by the airborne strain. The military saw this and decided that Sasha’s two cats were important to locating a cure but Sasha demanded that no harm was to come of them and she was appalled they would consider using her own cats, her daughters and her only family left as Lab Rats. She was so adamant that she stole on of their own guns and held it her own head threatening to kill herself if anything happened to her cats.
Instead a deal was struck, nothing would happen to her cats other than blood testing and their blood would be used in other animals while the cats would be cared for but she wasn’t allowed to live with them as they would still be seen as a security and quarantine risk. She would be allowed to visit them on visits, but she would have to give herself to the scientists of the military who would transfer her to New Mexico. Staff Sergeant Mellisa Corpral was issued to be Sasha’s personal bodyguard while counselors were provided to keep Sasha’s psyche in check
At the same time when they discovered that she was still capable of sewing and using machines, as well as preparing them, she was given more special privilege by being able to run a store, albeit one with extreme military surveillance. She is now forced to wear an electric collar, which keeps her under check in case she ever gets into violent moods. The clothing she makes is sterilized before and after she works with the fabric. She is vital into repairing uniforms and keeping them clothed. Her cats are also protected as if anything were to happen to them, she would become so angry that the scientists fear she would break off her collar and start killing anyone who harmed her cats or she perceived as their assailant.
She was given a new Treadle machine, which she fixed up as well as using her electronic ones, which had to be used sparingly as they required electricity to use. She is kept at a highly secured camp. Her house, though not burned down, has been borded up while she was able to keep some clothes and her machines while her cats are currently being taken care of elsewhere. The military, having received news of Kill-happy humans that use the Anthro excuse as a way to murder even the innocent have also destroyed more than one lab. Sasha has been code named Demeter and both her, her cats, and the scientists working with her are guarded almost 24/7 while the scientists look for fellow scientists and a means to produce a cure and bring stability to the world. They believe Demeter is one of the few furries/antrho’s to hold a key in that department while her cats hold the key to an animal cure/vaccine.
Mellisa Corpral on the other hand has proven to be the best bodyguard/sister figure for Demeter especially since she seems to be one of the few humans known to be immune to the aiborne strain due to having a complex immune system and possibly her blood type. Mellisa herself ((app later for her)) is also a guinea pig in that her blood is withdrawn as a means to find a cure to this Anthro strain.
Other: Furry, Furry RP, Anthro earth and I already pm’d Kabling on secret message thing.
Theme song: Radioactive by Within Temptation
Name: Angela Hale
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:
(Ignore the guys in the background)
Bio: (At least a paragraph long, and not cliched.) (MAGICAL UNCLE HERE I COME!)
Angela Hale was a mistake. She was never meant to be born, never meant for this world. her parents was in a bad economical situation, and the last thing they needed, was another mouth to feed. They lived in a low-class apartment in one of the worse parts of Detroit, so raising a kid in such violent areas seemed like raising her to end up on the wrong side of the law, something they didn't want. However, when Angela was born, her parents were in such a bad economical state that they started to steal just to make a living.
When Angela grew older, she thought of what her parents did as a natural thing. Their work had affected her and pulled her into the world they had wanted to protect her from. She was already affected by her parents and her surroundings activities, and her mind was manipulated into thinking that stealing was a natural, good thing. As she got older, she started to work out more to get more fit, and even started to steal behind her parents back. It didn't take long before she started drinking and smoking, and was pulled into gang-activities. She never even got a proper education, only a few years of schooling.
When the apocalypse itself broke out, she had a high position in the gang for being one of the best thieves. It was the one thing she was good at. The gang itself turned into a group of raiders, pretty much just ribbing wherever they walked for anything useful. The gang split into different divisions, with her group as the main raiding group. However, Angela had other plans. She decided that she and the two other people she brought with her would travel south instead, hoping that the situation would be better down there. However, it turned out to be worse than they had first imagined. It didn't take too long until the first of her two friends died, and then the second followed shortly after. However, since she was free of the two others, she was free to interact as she wanted, not having to wait around for the two others.
Inventory: (Found on a dead military soldier) An M9 pistol, 9 bullets in the magazine (No second magazine, the spring mechanism in the pistol is broken, so it won't fire. Yet, it still looks like a perfectly working pistol), some body armor (Only kept the knee-protectors as she didn't want to immobilize herself entirely) And a sturdy 4,25" butterfly knife (Not regular military equipment).
Now, for some other things; About 2L of water split over four smaller bottles, some dried beef, and a pack of three painkillers, and to finish it off, some matches.
Other: I once met a furry in the Anthro world, but it stated that I belonged to a Furry RP, so I found it alright.
Theme song: (Optional.)
Name: Tony
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Extreme mutation, go!) His head and legs are that of a tiger lizard's () and he also has the tail of one. His hands are a lot more scaly and clawed, like a bearded dragon's. He wears a white T-shirt that is ripped because of his chameleon-like torso. His pants are medium-blue, and are not ripped, but are baggy, because of his semi-slim legs. His feet are large and bulky.
Species: Anthro Lacertillia
Bio: Tony was born in Queens, New York, and had started a gang at the age of 7. He had just been kicked out of the coolest gang on the streets, so he started his own. It was called 'The Dogs' and it had 3 other members. The rules were: You had to write in a secret code, and had to have a mohawk if you were a boy, or bangs if you were a girl.
Mohawks and bangs were the bee's knees back then.And finally, you had to have a gang folder. The only other boy had left, grown back his hair, and burned his folder. The girls had made some different rules, and a mascot, which were so girly that Tony had to leave. When he was a teenager, he had owned a bearded dragon. His bearded dragon escaped one day, and came back, scratched, bitten, and kind of strange-looking. He was a different color, his feet were different, and so were his legs. The bearded dragon bit his toe, and Tony had to put the mutation down, since it was rabbid. He started to feel funny within the next 4 hours, so he slept, and when he woke, he felt slightly different. When he walked outside, someone yelled "MUTATION!" and pointed directly at him. He was so shocked, and angry, that he lost it in a femtosecond. He ran off, with a small knife, but he soon lost the knife. He traveled all the way across the country, not stopping in any cities, and he usually ate small squirrels. Alive.Inventory: Clothes, and nothing else.
Other: Furry RP, Anthro Earth, freak, furry. Did I do that right? Also, do we have to put EVERY OOC sentence in this?
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Name: Gordon Booker
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: A ruff looking, black-bearded, glasses wearing man from Boston. He's tall and skinny (roughly 6' 5'') , eyes bloodshot and red. Essentially,
Species: Human! Death to the people-animals!
Bio: Gordon was never an ordinary person by any means necessary. Always interested in the tiniest things, whether be how computers are wired to create complex bombs or how to make common cleaning supplies underneath your kitchen sink into either deadly little acids or something coming close to the cure for the common cold! When overhearing this stupid nonsense on "Weird mutations!" and "Airborne virus!", Gordon, who's normally a paranoid freak, didn't care. He's been bound in his house for sometime, he's got his air-rifle with him, he's got his handgun in his backpack. What's there to be scared about? Gordon, however, decided it'd be a good idea to try and make his own antidote to keep him immune to this disease! And, surprisingly, he succeeded! Who knew that halluncegenic drugs would help out keeping him sane from becoming like one of those FREAKS. What's this with all the anthro nonsense? Those freaks he'd find on the internet? The goddamn weirdos he'd encounter that'd ruin his gaming experience? Friggin' PETA?! No, no! I won't have it! These people are freaks! I don't want them here! Where's our normal people? I know...I know! I got it! He'd go over back down into his almost-technical meth lab, cooking up a perfect liquid to keep him fine and dandy, and a whole lot more of it too! Yeah! Every day, he's just gotta inject himself with this little thing, keeps him fine! Perfectly fine...perfectly fine...in fact! He might as well take a trip outside today! It's beautiful out...besides those FREAKS ruining the view! Sure, I could give them some of my little immunity, but it's mine! (But the thing is...it's not a cure. It doesn't help whatsoever- well, I mean, if it helps with Gordon's mind going more nuts, then yeah. But it's not an immunity or cure or whatever! Gordon Booker is immune to this freak virus, and that's that.)
Inventory: Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle with a Compass on the Side, bottles of his mixtured little immunity he likes to call Antifreak.
Other: A Furry RP? Furry? AS IN FURRIES?! HA! What a name for a FREAK to come up with in a god-forsaken Anthro Earth! Pfft! Stupid name...
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Name: Solar; "Envoy of hope" [A nickname coined by Solar Themselves, in a mad rant they will often introduce themselves as "I am Solar! Envoy of Hope! Master of Deceit! Savior of these barren wastelands we call home!"][Yes you spell Solar; with a semi-colon at the end, it's a lame thing that is simply just done on paper, you don't need to bother with pronouncing it if you mustn't.]
Age: 15-20 [If you must know Solar is exactly 19 years, 2 months, 3 days, 4 hours and 22, 23, 24... seconds old. Due to a young complexion Solar is constantly faced with age identity issues.]
Gender: Unknown [Indistinguishable, I'd prefer to keep it this way as not even i know what gender Solar should be, but i guess if i must decide i would like to request the option of taking it up in a Personal Message here on the forums with the owner of this thread.]
Appearance:
Species: Human
Bio: The dawn of the day was coming, a failure of all that was right and just, the end of the world and the brink of the existence of grotesque creatures sent from the depths of the underworld to plague the earth and wipe out the true heir race to earth. Solar was formally a scientist of the old ways, odd disturbances in the air made them disband the lab initially but not before kitting up, odd creatures had begun to manifest themselves around, disgusting vile animals that were not of the gods work, their suffering had to be ended and only one human had the required level of sanity to end such a plague.
Solar took the necessary precautions to prevent infection and gathered their weapons, the animals had to be put to sleep. With a soft step Solar bounded out of the lab always on guard, heading out into the open to hunt for these poor things that must be destroyed. Many would question Solar's methods and sanity, but that was no cause of concern for them, it was only seen as a duty
Solar Is a confused and outgoing individual, their whole life they have spent dancing around labs exclaiming odd remarks to anyone who came into contact, due to a young complexion others seem to have identity issues when faced with meeting Solar but that is of little matter, for an entire lifetime until this point Solar had been searching for a true cause and purpose in life, the recent outbreak seeming a perfect sign from a higher authority and Solar took the true call.
Inventory: Solar wears a belt of lethal injections with a Katar hanging at each hip.
A soft brown cloth bag with two sweet rolls, a packet of pocky and a bag of chocolate chip cookies.
Other: Anthro Earth shall not prevail. Death to the dogs. Damn Furry RP... I hope my second Anti- Furry attempt does not fail...
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Name: Derek Marverde
Age: 21
Appearance:
He still looks very human, contracting the disease recently from an attack by his pet swallow. His bones, however, had gotten lighter, his lung capacity bigger, allowing for a great increase in speed and agility, but not quite able to fly yet. Feathers seem to be developing along his shoulder blades. Always found wearing warm clothing.
Species: Aves
Bio: Derek has always been a serious, determined person. Any project or task thrown his way could be expected to be done well before the deadline, in an utmost efficient way possible. Despite his seemingly workaholic attitude, he knows well when to take a relaxing break, often taking strolls in parks or reading books every now and then. Life, as it were, was running pretty smooth for Derek, leaving him contented.
As he climbed up the social ladder, his prodigious stature became more and more recognized, with his professors recognizing his talents for building and designing. It was obvious that Derek would be among the creme de la creme of his batch, what with his innate talent for projecting plans and blueprints. His eyes, having always been sharp as ever, were another boon to his engineering career.
Fate had it, that on his third year of college, the plague hit. At first, he merely dismissed it as a simple rumor, an overnight urban legend. That is, until his very own pet swallow had nearly gouged his left arm to the bone. As his once faithful pet flew out of the window, he immediately called the for 911, soon after which he passed out, brought to the hospital.
After dealing with the blood loss, the doctor had discharged Derek, who in turn merely went home. He thought life would go back to normal after that, but apparently not. As the virus spread, riots broke out. The general panic in his neighborhood was terrible, where Derek experienced several break-ins within a week during the civil war in which the USA became the ISA.
The amount of Anthros, as they had been dubbed, walking around became more common, however, they were still quite a rare sight compared to the amount of humans left. It was during this time that he began to suffer from the symptoms as well, the virus apparently having been transferred to him by his pet bird.
Eventually, he grew better, and the transformation inched on, slowly but surely. Small things, such as down feathers, had started cropping up instead of the normal, nigh invisible hair of human beings along Derek's back. He felt himself grow lighter by the day, his body taking on a more bird-like physique. At times, he would begin to whistle a birdsong, often drawing admiring glances from most, but skeptical glances from some others.
Soon enough, the area grew more dangerous, as raiding bands came nearly daily, in an attempt to strip the area off of valuable and scarce resources. Quickly packing up and moving deftly between the rooftops, Derek ran off, further into the new jungle of glass and stone.
Other: I've no argument with the Furries round here, I just really wish they don't go so far sometimes. This new Anthro Earth concept sounds nice though. I can't believe I missed the fact that this is a Furry RP. /headdesk.
Name: Rafael Vega
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance: Vega is a 5'10, dark skinned man from El Salvador. He has a round, grizzled face, with numerous healed scars and a black five o'clock shadow with a buzz cut (but not a butch cut.) He is a stern and serious looking man with a highly muscular build and tattoos covering his arms and chest. Vega's face is dominated by his rather large nose, but brown eyes below sliced up eyebrows can be seen. He typically wears jeans, combat boots, a grey tracksuit jacket rolled up halfway up his forearm, and a band t-shirt underneath.
Species: Human
Bio: Rafael Vega was born in 1966 in El Salvador to a working class family in a logging village to the south. He spent his life growing up in the village, with little formal schooling. Vega mostly learned from a self-appointed school teacher who had classes for the village youth held in the town square, and he took this unofficial education extremely seriously. His parents had instilled in him a strong work ethic, which contributed. So in between helping his parents at the lumber mill and attending classes, Vega lived the quintessential Latin American worker's life. Yet this was soon to change when a coup d'état conducted by the Revolutionary Government Junta toppled the former President and brought about a wave of chaos in the country. Death squads roamed the countryside, searching for dissenters. Students and others were forced to support this new government in a characteristically Latin American dictatorship a la Peron in Argentina. But Vega and his family soon left the country in the face of this new brutal life, and travelled to Honduras.
Honduras proved no haven for the Vegas either, due to the intense anti-El Salvadorian sentiments stemming from the 1969 Hundred Hours' War. After only two months living in a border shantytown, the Vegas hitchhiked with a trucker to Guatemala. By the time they arrived, Vega was celebrating his 14th birthday. Together, his family moved to Villa Nueva and took up space in a bunkhouse on the outskirts. It was here where Vega and his father took up drug dealing to sustain their family, as cocaine was becoming a huge deal (1980s, lol.) Vega and his father managed to set up a huge operation in the slums of Villa Nueva, selling all sorts of narcotics and amassing a small fortune. Their methods, however, were crude and resulted in too many problems. After a close call with Guatemalan police in 1982, the Vegas decided to give up the practice of drug dealing before something worse happened. Two years later, Vega used the money to bribe his way into a prestigious college that wouldn't normally accept him due to his lack of formal schooling.
It was in college where Vega studied economics and business, hoping to leave behind his drug-dealing past and start a company to support his family. But the call of drugs was too large to ignore, and Vega soon got involved with Nicaraguan rebels, seeing it as a massive source of income. After graduating college in 1986, Vega joined up with the Nicaraguan Contra to help out their drug trades with Colombia to fund their fight against the Sardinistas. While technically a noncombatant, Vega earned valuable skills managing and directing clandestine drug trade and cartel activities in his sector, which produced some of the highest profit margins in the organization. The Sardinistas, however, recognized this and set out to eliminate Vega. A failed raid on a Granada hotel in 1987 prompted his flight from Nicaragua to Mexico, but not before Vega's entrance into the US cocaine trafficking scene.
By 1990, Vega was settled in Chihuahua, Mexico and dealing small-time with the Júarez Cartel occupying there. He spent the next five years lying low, hoping to avoid detection. Yet the Mexican police caught up with him for illegal entry, and a shootout in Chihuahua developed that forced Vega into the Júarez Cartel for protection. Vega was still a small-time cartel hitman, performing security for smuggling into the United States. But his savvy business and economic ideas soon landed him governorship of a small region on the New Mexican border by 1999. However, in 2001, when 'El Chapo' - the cartel's leader - escaped from prison and recruited several Júarez men, Vega's region stayed loyal to him because of his efficient and brutal ways. When the cartel disintegrated around him, Vega remained more or less untouched, building up his forces and monetary stockpile while the Tijuana and Gulf Cartels battled it out around him. But Vega's power slowly and surely grew, his "Cartel Nuevo Mexico" gaining power and influence all the way up to Santa Fe. By 2009, Vega's cartel was the main source of illegal narcotics in New Mexico.
But as the world descended into anarchy when the furries came, Vega had a plan. Using his charisma and power, he kept the Cartel Neuvo Mexico (CNM) together as a warlord. When the American and Mexican governments both collapsed into rivaling regions, Vega dominated his little region. Now one of the most powerful forces along the US-Mexico border, Vega spent a large amount of his military power fighting raiders, bandits, and the new furries. This drain on military resources severely reduced CNM power, with Vega also losing control of trade routes. A fraction of what he used to be, Vega made the crucial decision to move his influence north to check out new markets of survivors that would surely want drugs. This is where his story begins.
Inventory: Colt Anaconda (dark wood grip with engravings: 18 rounds), iPhone, wallet & other misc. items (car keys, etc.), pack of cigarettes, map of the US-Mexico border, $1500 in cash
Other: Furry, Anthro-World, Furry RP. I think that's everything.
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Name: Original Name: Devon Tolstar McNaster Nicknames: D, D-man, Grey, Aldin.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Took me forever to find this. http://kathan.devian...lypse-183148507 without gun though.
Species: Human
Bio:((Working my personality in here))
Psychiatric exam recording age 18: Psychiatrist- "So Devon, you know why you are here don't you?"
Devon-"Of course I do, my father killed my mother in front of my sister. You guys think that this caused trauma to me after years of living in a home split between my mother who had cheated on my father with another man and my father who was an abusive alcoholic."
Psychiatrist- "Well, you hit all the major points right there young man. That means we can get to the point of this exam. Did your father ever abuse you when you lived with him?"
Devon- "Of course he did you freaking idiot. Don't young man me, I don't care much for titles of authority or even titles which bind me to a certain class."
Psychiatrist-" That told me more about your psychiatric state then a simple yes or no would have. Have you ever acted unkindly towards your stepsister?"
Devon- "No, not really. I generally left her alone but she would always come around and annoy me. I guess you could say that I have treated her with a little hatred because she was the child the my mother produced from another man. I didn't want to hurt her I just wished that she had never been concived otherwise my life would be perfectly fine."
Psychiatrist- "You seem to put more blame on your sister then on your mother. Your mother was the one who got pregnant and had you sister, Mary is her name right? Anyway, why do you not blame your mother for something like this?"
Devon- "She was drunk when she had sex with that man. I do put a little blame on her because she didn't get an abortion or keep it hidden from my father. But most of the blame isn't theirs, it was my mother's religion which kept her from getting an abortion."
Note from psychiatrist: This went on for many hours but I have found that this young man shows extreme tendencies towards violence. He has no care for the well being of his siblings. He has problems with authority. He shows anti-social tendencies and will often act out against any attempt to catagorize him. He can keep all his problems under his control by going through a long ten year counseling program.
Diary of Devon Age 28, day before infection: Final day of having to write in this thing. Now I won't have to keep all my thoughts locked up in this diary. Every time I look through it I see the repeating words of 'rehab' and 'drugs' and 'sister'. The memories the leap at me of the five years my sister has been in and out of drug rehab, jail, and the hospital. She came here to live with me after her seventh attempt at rehab. She says it is untill she gets back on her feet but we both know that she is going to crash here untill she has enough money to pay for a ticket out of town and away from me. I promised my mother before she died that I would take care of Mary, who now call herself Marilla. I locked up all the drugs in my house in the safe under my bed and when I came home I found her trying to open the safe. I got angry and slammed the tool box she had brought in to the street.
I know that she is afraid of me now as she has been every time she comes to visit. The last time she was here so overdosed on my pain killers. I swear to god that I will find a way to save her from this horrifing life that is called reality. I won't kill her but I will at least send her to psych hospital. I know a disorder which leads to excesive drug used that I could use as a reason to put her there. My brother decided to drop by for the first time in seven years. He noticed the broken tool box and stated that I should control my anger around Mary. Ha! She shouldn't fear my anger, his is much more dangerous then mine. Last time he was angry he broke through the brick wall to my brownstone. He broke his had in eight places before he took a sledgehammer to the wall. I told him to get the frick out of here and he left. I am happy but also sad that our family is so disjointed now, all because of that even ten years ago.
Day Three of infection: Mary is freaking gone!! She left in the middle of the night and took half my food and water with her. I spent seventeen hours collection enough food to last us both, if rationed, four weeks. I am pretty sure she is infected already but I hope that she is alive still. It was horrifying when I first heard about the infection. Mary wanted to go grab somethings so I took her with me to grab supplies. Lucky her and I had put on protection from the infection. Oh, god I think a few of the infected have found a person out in the street. I should turn off the light now otherwise they will find me. Lucky me that I patched up the barricade Mary had torn apart to get out.
Day Thirteen: I killed Mary today. She was eating out of a trash can. It was hard to tell it was her because she was a tiger thing. I have no remorse for killing her though. I have freed her from this world which has been ruined by the tampering of man with nature. I at least now have a reason to no longer stay at home. Every body is starting to get along here is Santa Fe. The only ones not getting along are the freaking feral ones like my sister and brother. I am the only one of the family not effected who still lived in Santa Fe. TIme for me to start mingling with the people of this world.
Day Twenty-three: I woke up in a bar today and expected to find myself surronded by my friends and family. Instead I found a dog thing sniffing and my bag and smacked him in the face. No one touches the stuff I scavenge unless I got it for them. I got thrown out off the bar and fell asleep once more in the street. A kind human lady had taken me to her house and put me in this bed I am not writing be side. I will go asleep again and walk up some time before the morning.
Inventory: Three cans of beens, three bottled waters, a sharpened pocket knife, a machete, and my sisters necklace in a bag.
Other: Furry Rp, Anthro Earth, Furry
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Name: Chris
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, Brown eyes, has gained black and grey fur due to transformation, as well as a long cat-tail. His hands have been covered in fur and he now has claws, but he still has the ability to grasp thing as a normal human would. Usually wears a pair of jeans that he tries to hide his tail in, a black pair of sneakers, and a hoodie that he usually uses to hide his ears.
Species: Felidae-anthro
Bio: Chris had a IT job before the Virus, and he was generally smart with computers and such. He had even designed his own graphics card at some point, but never tried to build it & see if it worked. He specialized in many different areas, he was just one of those people who are smart in general, and his parents constantly told him he should become a scientist. But his strong-suit was computers and mechanics, and he wanted to stick to that. He was interested in cars, but didn't do some of the things teenage boys would normally do to their vehicles. (If they had one.) He was to some degree, a cat-person, having 3 cats. When the Virus rolled around, surprisingly, it took him awhile to get infected. He had initially been infected by getting in a fight with a group of anthros. He had come out of the fight with many scratches, bruises, and bites. He had won the fight, but he knew that getting in a fight with such a large group of anthros would undoubtedly make him infected. After he had been infected, Chris, to some degree, had gone insane. He locked himself in his house, constantly keeping a Desert Eagle he kept for emergencies in hand. He, slowly, was getting closer to coming outside. But he was afraid. He wasn't exactly the strongest person in the world. If he got in a fight as an anthro, he wasn't sure he would come out alive. He had seen some of the things humans were doing to the anthros. Eventually, he had come out of his house. The bad news was; Colorado was evidently one of the states to have the largest anti-anthro groups there were. He had gathered what food and water he had left, and quickly fled the state in a white Subaru BRZ. He ended up in New Mexico, more specifically, Santa Fe. He found that this town seemed to have an even amount of anthros as there were humans. He ended up staying in a hotel, but he still hardly came out.
Inventory: Desert Eagle, 2 Desert Eagle clips, both full, a backpack with a good deal of food & water in it, and his smartphone.
Other: Furry, Anthro Earth, Furry RP
Theme song: Not gonna do this, because I don't really know any songs that fit very well.
None. Hopefully it stays like that.
Please do note there might be the occasional offensive 'something' in the OP - please tell me IMMEDIATELY if that's the case.
Finally, he found the door he was looking for, and slowly lowered the guard down onto the ground and allowed for it to clatter to the ground. With two fingers, he pulled the guards eyelids open and shoved his head into a nearby bio scanner. A few seconds later, the console beeped, and swung open to reveal an awaiting assault team. “OH FOR THE LOVE OF,” He cried out as he quickly launched himself away from the doorway, and came crashing into the floor in a roll as a volley of bullets tore through the door way, and engraved themselves into the wall. He popped himself back up to his feet and broke off into a dead sprint, “CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!”
I then turn around to see the bus driver, and say "Thank you, sir." I then actually take a look, and note that he's some sort of wolf anthro... seems likely, given that he's around a lot of people in his line of work... one of them was bound to be infected. I take out my bus pass, one of the few things left in my wallet that's still usable, and give it to the machine that deals with passes... it beeps twice, indicating a valid pass, and gives me back my bus pass. I put it back in my wallet, which contains one dollar, which couldn't be used due to inflation, my state ID, which can't really be used due to the fact that I look incredibly different than I did about six months ago, and... the buss pass. I then fold up the wallet, and place it in my front pocket, as usual, I then try to find a seat... though, everyone else on the bus was human... and angry. "Uh... mind if I just-?" I start to ask the driver, who says "Nah, go ahead and stand... I'll tell everyone to use the rear exit." I then smile, and hold onto one of the ropes they had tied to the ceiling for those who had to stand.
((http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1783781-anthro-earth-furry-rp-ooc-always-accepting/ Here you go sir))
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He saw he was a beast on the outside... but he knew he was perfectly sane, a human. Outside of the instincts that only want to thrive for his own personal welfare and survival. Something deep inside him kept echoing in an entrancing tone, for him to accept it, for there was no possible chance for him to ever be considered normal. Yes... the tone was entrancing... “Normality...” the feline began in a gruff whisper. “What is it,” his open hands now tighten into fist. He stared down to his hands for a long while, and then flinched when he heard SWAT style raids being produced. They clearly made no efforts to mask their prescience to him. Sounds of the doors splintering open as they were kicked in, or torn completely from the hinges, and footsteps all storming inside. The word “clear” rang out multiple times, before the process continued on.
He concentrated once more as the rest of his thoughts continued through his mind. They said he too was going insane, but he was sure they were incorrect.“Normality is not a thing, nothing tangible... it is an idea... an idea that the dominant species place in order, that all who's not on the same line of thought, are abnormal. But... normality... normality is based on what feels right... and being... being what I am... feels... complete... correct. If this feels... correct... then to me... I am normal... being what I am... is different to the dominant race... I am only pray to them now... but I want to live... no... I will thrive to survive... and escape.”
((I see your letters... I just don't want to bother with em <.<))
I giggled slightly as I flew from the moon to the Earth through deep space - free falling never felt so good.
Wait, what? I thought as I woke up in shock. I saw a completely opposite dream... then I realised it wasn't a dream. I was still in my seat, the seat belt still on... I had no idea what happened, but judging by the horrifying (yet somehow relaxing) carnage and headache...
We crashed. The plane CRASHED. Those were the words that flooded my head. Another punishment from God, this time trying to kill me? He's already separated me from my family. I rose from my seat, sliding slightly into the dirt. I looked around, hoping someone else was alive... "Hello? Is anyone out there!?" The people I heard were my own voices - no one survived. Then again, only like 20 people boarded. I wadded through the dirt and sand, jumping over the occasional melting metal and broken body. This is bad... real bad. I cried in my head so hard that I ended up shedding tears, washing away the dirt, grit and sand from my eyes - now my family thinks I'm dead, and I'm alone in this desert. Thank god there's a road nearby.
...although I still have no idea what disease is spreading. I picked my Colt Python that I smuggled earlier, clearing out the sand. I walked out onto the sand, tired and still shaken from the crash. I flung myself onto the road, my hands pushed by the wind. I saw a dot from afar, taking several steps back as I breathed - the car passed me. Initially, I was disappointed. But then I realised they were... wolves.
How? How did this happen? I blinked before rubbing my eyes, striding onto the road...
Oh well, at least I'm alive.
The bus finally gets to the station, after picking up a few more humans... oddly enough no new passengers were anthros. I look over at the bus driver, who responds with "I know what you're thinkin', and I gotta say... thank goodness for bullet-proof glass." He then knocks on the glass, which was clean enough to be invisible. It seems as though it provided a barrier between him and the passengers... not only so he can't be shot at, but also so he can do his job without infecting others. I simply get off the bus, not really having anything else to say to the man, and start walking over to the next one that would drop me off at me college... which, thanks to the fact that an overwhelming 99% of the student population, and 95% of the teachers have become infected, has since been called, rather unlovingly, the 'School for dogs'. I get to where I know the 17 bus would stop, and simply sit down on the nearby bench, and wait. After about three minutes, I see someone walk up to me, and take out a baseball bat... "What do you think you're doing, lizard?" He asks me, apparently trying to sound menacing. "Just... waiting on the bus. Please, just leave me be, sir... I don't want any trouble." I reply to him, not wanting to get in a fight. Obviously, during the fight, I'd end up infecting the man whether or not I wanted to... that, and the fact that getting a police record right now wouldn't exactly look good for anthros everywhere. "Yeah? You think you have the right to use the bus? You think you deserve to use the bus, kid? 'cause I can tell you, this bus station is humans only!" He then says to me, apparently trying to rile me up, so I'd fight. "I'm afraid you're wrong, sir. Most, if not all of the bus drivers are anthros, by now... so any place where they work couldn't possibly be humans only." I then say to him. He seems angered by what I said, for some reason, and starts shouting "I know my girl works here, and I'm pretty sure she ain't some creature straight from the depths of H***!!!" He emphasized that last word, apparently to try to make his point. The 17 bus stops by us, and he says "That's her, now, oh, man, you're going to get it when she comes out. I can tell you right now that she hates these so-called 'Anthros' as much as I do." The passengers, a 25-75 mix between humans and anthros, with the lesser population being anthros then come out of the bus... as well as the driver, a cardinal anthro. "HEY, who the HECK are you, and what have you done with my old lady!?" The man shouts as he turns his attention towards the driver, and away from me. The bus driver looks at him, confused, and asks "What? Are you on coke, again, T?" He doesn't seem too pleased by her remark, and decides to take off towards her. The bus driver, after figuring out that he's going to hurt her, flies off, and onto the roof of hte bus that she was supposed to drive. I take this time to get on the bus... but not before scratching the man, and making it look as though it was an accident. Seems he'll have to learn... one way or another. I think as I board the bus, with him still focused on the anthro who was apparently his girlfriend. I make sure I let the machine scan my bus pass, and notice that everyone else on this bus was an anthro. I let out a slight sigh of relief, and sit down in my own seat, as I usually do, taking the window seat to allow another passenger to sit in the same set of seats.
Sleeping...how long has it been since she truly felt rested? Her nightmares were more severe than they had been when she was growing up. She missed her boyfriend and when he would wrap his arms around her, kissing her tenderly. The thought made her hurt and that led to anger, but she felt her collar begining to pulse and did her best to forget about it. The shocks were terrible and painful, reminding her of her transformation. The counselers did their best to get her through this but she just wanted this collar off. She was a person not a lab rat...but she wasn't allowed to be angry. A tear came down her face as she sat there, on a tree on her rare times allowed outside but not far. She knew she was being watched, some of the soldiers looking for one reason to shoot her as the whole world had gotten scared.
Some strange mutant virus...appearing out of thin air. America didn't create it...nor did China or Russia...it was almost alien but Alien's didn't exist. But up until a month ago.......Anthro's and furries were just a thing found on the internet or people in fur suits or some strange extreme surgery. She looked down at her furred hands, remembering when they were skin. At one point they were also paws like a cat but with opposable thumbs. Now they were inbetween a human's and a cat's. She wrapped herself in her wings, when she was a human she longed to fly. Now she could...but she was also covered in fur with a tail and her ears were now larger and higher up on her head.
The world here....was terrible and chaotic. She thought that she had finally gotten out and rid of the chaos in her life. But it was like some cruel twisted joke. Here the world was in chaos. Those that remained unchanged found pleasure in killing those that were even if they were not harming anyone. They would even destroy any progress for a vaccine and cure just so they could finally kill off people. However from another's stand point they would look at it as though the world needs this due to overpopulation and crowding. China must of had the worst of it though. First infected with Aids due to African mingling, now this Anthro Virus.
"Hey Sash! Time's up. We're to head inside for the night." came the all too familiar voice of Mellisa Corpral, the unchanged human that Sasha had saved from that horrible witch of a neighbor who Sasha held responsible for her current state. Out of everyone here, Mellisa was the only one to make Sasha, aka Demeter, feel welcome and any ounce of happyness. She was also the only one to really use Sasha's real name, albeit a nickname runoff, but still. Sasha turned around and smiled at her only friend before she flew down, not wanting to be electrocuted again. She did pull on it though, removing her hair from getting tangled in it. It buzzed at her which meant that was a warning to leave it alone. She followed Mellisa inside where the door was promptly closed on her. It was sad, she felt like a prisoner here, which technically she was. She didn't know where she was or how to leave, but she did hope. Hope at least this could be over, that she could return to a life she had.
Unlike what others thought, Sasha or Demeter actually dreamed of a cure to return to being human who was also immune to this...plague. She currently felt as though no one could love her, and her dreams of marriage and having children just began to dissapear to the horrizon. Oh she missed her boyfriend so much...but he was gone and she was alone save for her cats. She would have to sleep without them again. How much more did they wish from her? Her cats were already proven to be immune to the airborne virus, so why couldn't she cuddle them now? You leave them alone for so long they might forget you and stop loving you.
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((*Faints*))
((IC post later, no access to a laptop.))
((I don't think so, you just said that everyone on the bus was an Anthro, Gavin isn't.))
((DAMN IT. MCF deleted one of my IC posts. I now have to retype.))
I didn't realise I blacked-out. Ok... it was just dream in another dream. Shouldn't have watched Inception. When I open my eyes, I will be in the plane experiencing turbulence at times. Eyes open. True. Everything normal. False. I groaned, my neck hurting from the lack of a pillow. "Hey there." I heard a voice tumble into my ear from across the room. I turned my neck like I did before, now as if it was a regular routine, and stared - it was a cat. Or something. More specially a Cheetah- Ok, the point was that it was big, standing, dotted with spots, furry, and looked strangely familiar, and- "Ow... is this hell?" I asked the 'devil' as I dropped a tear. "No silly." My hands flew from the bed to my face, like some sort of defective mousetrap. "God. I'm guessing this isn't hell either." He chuckled slightly. Then I realised it was a woman from both the voice and the... beautiful and seducing hair... trailing behind her... No, I will not love her! My girlfriend is more... actually, they're both quite the same when it comes to beauty... I slowly thought with my jaw open. "Woah, you look like you've crashed through a window in slow motion-" "-Plane crash." I corrected her without realising it, also not realising that I stood up. "I... getting away from some sort of weird plague in a plane from New York. Originally supposed to go on a plane..." I stammered slightly. "-I mean train!" ...a bit of drool trailing from my lips. "How odd. My boyfriend got mixed up as well, traveling by air instead of rails. I still haven't seen him for a while..." I finally snapped out of whatever just happened. "Who are yo-, where am I-, DON'T EAT ME!" I shouted as I fell of my bed onto my back. "Venus' flower, what just got into you?" I quickly jumped, finally realising what happened. "Uh... where am I?" She rolled her eyes as she stood rather disturbingly close... yet almost lovingly. Strangely. "Anthro Capital of New Mexico." "...uh?" I didn't move my lips as I backed away slightly. "This plague... well... I don't really know how to explain it. I was infected. Then I changed after being stabbed in an alley." My eye-lids drooped - how often does someone end up killed in an alley? "I woke up with some brown hair on me... then I grew more, and my body shape painfully change-" Another of my kind burst through the door, the side of his arm smacking into the wall as he fell onto the floor, the dusty stripped shirt tearing slightly. "Hey... what the-" I said with mystery as an... over-sized rhino lifted him. "You... don't ever steal water again." He threw him out the house as he turned to us. "Oh. Sorry Summer." He then glared at me briefly before walking out, propping the door back up. Summer... Summer... The words echoed in my head. Yet, I couldn't remember why it was so familiar.
My head was bleeding from the plane crash. Also I realised I couldn't just ask for water. I wouldn't even dare with food.
I woke up. Again. This time on a comfortable hospital bed, with Summer beside me blinking. "Ow... what happened?" She sighed. "You fainted. My guess would be from the head injury and blood loss." I realised I was hooked onto this high-hanging blood pack. At the same time... "How'd you get me here?" She lifted her leg - I turned my face away. "I ran. Cheetah's are surprisingly fast." "They're not." I responded as she lowered her leg. "It's not surprising that they're the world's fastest animal." I turned my face slightly, moving it all the way at her. She was so beautiful... then a nurse in blue walked in. "Hello Mr. Hall. We were surprised at what we found." I noticed I had slight fatigue from the blood loss and muscular pain. "Well... you had internal bleeding from surviving a plane crash. Consider yourself a lucky man. Although we can't seem to ID you." She patted me on the head as she left. I cleaned the grease off my hair. "Odd... my boyfriend had the last name Hall." I moved to the right slightly, in pain of course. "Well Hall is kinda common..." I lay back down on the bed lazily, thinking about what happened.
Then she sneezed in my face. "Sorry." She replied. Oh god it was disgusting.
Then she mysteriously looked more attractive all of a sudden - I fainted again, this time from that; apparently I suffered a heart attack.
After a long and loud argument between two who used to be lovers, the man kneels down in pain. Seems this variation of the virus progresses more quickly... Strange... I'll have to make a note of that, for later... I think as the man starts growing scales, and, somewhat to my relief, a shell. Well, I'm glad he's not becoming a crocodile or aligator anthro, he'd probably seek revenge, then... I think in my relief. The bus driver gets back into the bus, and, just before she closes the doors, she spits on her obviously ex-boyfriend. He seems to be shouting "W-wait! Honey... just... FORGIVE ME!" She didnt' want to hear any of it, and looks at her watch, only to realize that she's late, and, upon realizing that, she drives off as if she were in Nascar. She was ignoring lights, and only just avoiding accidents. the entire trip was exciting, but also frightning. Thankfully, after not too long, she had to stop to let a few passengers out. After that, she slowed down thanks to an elderly woman who entered the bus. Oddly enough, she was wearing a haz-mat suit, and seemed human. "Ugh, monsters, all of ya! I knew I'd find you here..." She says to absolutely nobody. The older lady continues to talk to nobody for the entirety of the trip, annoying the heck out of the rest of us. My stop came, eventually, but thankfully, as soon as it does, I signal for a stop, and she does her job, stopping at the college, and letting at least twenty others out of the bus... with the old lady still talking to herself as if someone's still listening. The first thing I notice when I get off of the bus was the fact that someone had spray-painted 'School 4 dogz', as well as 'Kill them all' on a wall right next to the college. There were a few broken windows, as well as holes in the walls, thanks to several riots that happened near the place. "Wow, looks like this place didn't take the virus too well, huh?" One of the students next to me comments. She was a bluebird anthro, though, apparently, this was her first day here. I respond with "Yeah... well, you know... jerks and bricks get along reeeeeal well during these kinds of scenarios." She laughs at my somewhat lame joke, and adds "Well, first day here... so... am I going to have to wear some sort fo suit, or something?" I shake my head at this, and say "Nah... pretty much everyone here is infected... thus the nickname 'School for dogs'." The two of us go our seperate ways... after all, I had to eat, and she apparently had to get to know the campus... or get to class.