OOC: Is anyone else going to even post again here? Because a 2 person RPG would suck, quite badly...

Ulrix screamed again and started barfing all over the wall. He dug his claws (nails) into the door and started ripping it agonisingly slowly. He moaned, then sat down in a heap and layed flat on his face and began to count down from forty million five hundred thousand and eighty two

OOC:
sorry for the double post my PC messed up.

OOC: :(I think this thread is gonna die unless the owner comes back, where in the blazes is he?

IC
(Regstration room 1 place?)
Flufflepuff growled, then grabbed Pretzels by the shoulder. He changed his mind; he wasn't going to let this nut wander around. Since the robot receptioist seemed defective, he decided to go to some other place in the facility. He dragged an unwilling vyker by the shoulder, who in turn dragged his suitcase and dead girlfriend by his spindly arms. Flufflepuff reckoned that guy was going to get a repetitive strain injury soon.

Nickname: Odin

True name: Not known, really.

Gender: male-pirate. pirate male. I like pirates.

Age: 15 (Yarr.)

Species: Combine CP slig genome.

Yarr, Backstory.: After several years of no ideas in the industries the glukkon decided to fund some of the Vykkers projects.
This led them to the eventual esablishment of interdimesnional peace between them and the Combine, a hyper intelligent race of totlitarion hybrids.
Odin was the name given to a slig who went through hybrid surgeries at a Combine facility then to the trauma center at Frakture Fallz.
Eventually he earned employment, but was rejected by most other staff members.
he Vykkers agonized over his health, hoping he would'nt do anything unsafe.
The glukkons saw him as an invesment, and needed him alive and well also.
Spliced with genes from The Beastly Strdiers to The mighty combine advisors themselves, Odin is a super slig, but has the mindset not to care.

'Odin' typically left his gaurd duties in the sanitarium branch up to other sligs, and would simply lay about, munching on snacks, playing games, or smoking to annoy the Vykkers.
But today was different, Ulrix was having a fit, and no one seemed to give a care.
Grabbing a stunstick, he clunked over to the nutty muds cell.

"Oy! Ulrix!"

He shouted, but only recieved scraping on the door.
He wouldn't risk using the surveillence flap on the door, Odd knows Ulrix could rip his eyes out if he did.

He clanged his Stunstick against the door, waiting for a response...

OOC: I don't think you're allowed to create new species/races for backstorys, you know...
I think that would be a bit much.

Oh, PLEEEEEASE? Its not affecting anyone else.

Lets say he's from another of the continents, and the Magog Cartel there is what established it.

OOC: No. No one has done it before, and you'd essentially be changing Oddworld's larger history almost completely. There's a reason why we don't add new species, go do that on another forum or RP.

And Oddworld doesn't have any alternate dimension mixing or anything either.

Yarr, this be lame.

Alright, how about this.

Just an experimentation thing, nothing relative to anything made by Valve, Okay?

It has been done before. One RPG actually revolved around the idea of a new possible species on an island. It was around the time Red Muse was moderator and possible when Hobo was in the RPG business as well.

So...it's okay?

It really depends. Is the character have any divine or godly powers? Is he really intelligent? (able to get himself out of every situation) Is he super strong or have powers? (able to lift huge objects way beyond what he should normally be able to lift or having laser vision) Is he by any chance have hybird parts to him that belong to another world? Does he have any disadvantages? (For example, Bobby is really strong, but he couldn't pass the seventh grade or be able to use his mind in a good fashion)

If you said, "No, no, no, no, and yes," you are allowed to have him. As long as you describe him.

Odin has the combine hybrid properties of a Metro CP, and if you're any kind of Half Life 2 fan, you should know that Metrocops keep their conciousness and memories, effectively being foot soldiers.

He is very mart, and has weak telekinetic abilities ( stop small, slow speed objects, I.E. grenades) and must be incredidbly focused to use them, with his blended STRIDER
genes, Odin needs to use three legged slig pants, a drawback of the Temporal Plasmite Discharge that he can issue from his mouth that came with the Strider DNA.

Odin is not invincible, though, he can be shot, beaten, and burnt to death, but is incapable of drowning.

In a pinch, Odin can use essential nurtients found in bodies using his Headcrab genes, but must have a live being to do so with.

And Finally, Odin has been given 'wings' but these are simply flaps on his back that, similair to a bombardier beetle of earth, can emit small reports of flame, he can effectively 'double jump' this way, but excessive use of them is extremely painful, and could injur him or kill him.

OOC: All that seems a bit...loony, for an Oddworld thing. Oddworld is rather more realistically based than many game series, and Half Life...well, I don't know, I haven't played it so much, but is based elsewhere.

Splicing with other Oddworldian species (or, perhaps, just have a genetically modified Slig to add new features) is far more plausible than saying it's blended with something else. Say, you could keep most (or all) of said abilities, but change the story so instead of being to do with other dimensions (which would likely have different based lifeforms that are completely and utterly different, like silicon based rather than carbon, breath methane instead of oxygen, etc...that is, if said dimension even has the same elements as ours does, though Half Life is similar, if not essentially the same, to ours, as is Oddworld fundamentally), it was an in universe concept.

PS: Bombardier beetles don't use their wings to create the explosions they spray at enemies. Inside at the tip of the abdomen, are two organs containing different chemicals. When the explosion is needed, these organs both pump the chemicals forward. They were separate, but now that they come into contact, they react explosively.

No, I know that, I meant to same way they combine chemicals inside their bodies.

Look, is this backstory REALLY that important? He was a genetic experiemtn, he can shoot a mouth laser, needs three legs, has the ability to knock rocks out of the air if he concentrates, and can shoot straight upwards with a burst of chemical reactions.

I thought I could make it easier on myself by not making any new creatures up and explaining them.

OOC: It doesn't have to involve new creatures at all, does it? Why should it? It's not necessary for the sake of the mutations, just have it so it was the Vykkers wacky idea. You know what they're like.

Fine, he was an experiment, I was just going to mention the Combine relativity in the previously posted backstory, It wouldn't shift the RPG, I just didn't want to think up new species or make it a typical 'experiment' thing.

OOC: Soooooo, anyone know when teh owner is coming back? Because I can't really do anything and the RP looks deads.

Hey, may I join? I'll use my character from the W@RF since it's closed down, and she hasn't been used yet.
Name: Jaka PJ, or simply PJ (informal jaka, formal PJ)
Race: Grubb
Gender: Female
Age: 16 (Grubb years)
Equipment: Spear, armour, helmet and (Elum hide) shield handed down to her through generations, and her trusty rod.
Appearance: Green, with a yellowish hue, and golden eyes.
Personality: Kind, caring, gullible and loyal, as well as dwelling and stubborn.
Biography: Jaka was born and bred up in a land far, far away. She loved her family, but there were many stresses on her family due to a lack of water. Then there were the raids, right after a mysterious stranger went through her village, and stole a priceless artefact she knew she had had enough. So she packed up and left, with a noble goal of gaining riches to help restore her family and riches to its formal glory and behind. So she left, found an Elum, stumbled upon a Clacker (whom I will introduce later) and rode towards the industrious world. She found it. She was everything in her village, which accounted for nothing. Her intelligence got her nowhere, as, quite frankly, she was a Grubb. But with her best pal Charlie the Clacker by her side, she finnally found a job, Charlie was desperate, so depserate that she didn't inform her of the happenings of the hospitals, expecially the situation with the grubbs. Oblivious of this, she joined, happy that she had a chance to help people. The grubbs veiw her as a traitor for her situation, which she is currently oblivious to.

OOC: i was wondering whether to move my character somewhere else...Over the Border is the most active and decent RP at the mo (what's happened to W@RF anyway? It's been soooooooo long now), he's in the position to do so, and few people are really doing anything here.

Ulrix stopped and looked up at the door. Was this really odd himself? or was it another security guard.
"i'm all alone," he sniffed. "open the door i need to shmarf!" he said crookedly. even he didn't know what shmarf meant. Mabye hungry.

Odin clacked his third foot, a practice he could not help when at a loss.
A wide smile cracked behind his altered tentacles.
"Okay, Ulrix, you need to go to the rear of your cell..."
He stated.
After several seconds, Odin was satisfied that Ulrix was at a safe distance away from the door, though he couldn't be sure.

Odin threw the door open, shedding light into the Mad Mudokons Cell.
He did't wait to see what would inevetably happen, he quickly ducked away into the lounge and locked the door.

OOC: ok, I know this toppic might be a little dead, but there a few people still posting in it, and that's fine by me.

Name: Charlie, or Chakks

Race: Clakkerz

Gender: Male

Age: Teenager

Appearance: Normal hieght, maybe a little short and strong by Clakkerz standards, he's got a reddish, orangy tinge, and Large green eyes.

Personality: Kind as in having a conscience, outgoing, humourous (or at least thinks he is), and active, average achedemically, but is quick witted and fast on his feet.. er claws
Equipment: His Spactuala, Screwdriver and Spanner (all in his trusty tool kit, amougnst other things), food, and a few oddities, such as an ancient Grubb stone, a small mudokon idol, and a meech tooth, and a mysterious map, all in which he as collected on his travels.

Weaponry: Anything he can pull from his pocket, or grabb.

History: Charlie was bored with his life, and so decided to venture out into the wilderness, and help anyone he came across, he soon found that people didn't want his help, and was chased away by several tribes and attack by several forms of wildlife, he soon willed to go home, but he realised he was lost. However, through his adventures, he had found many things, one being a map, yet a map is sueless if you do not know where you are. He soon ran across a grubb called PJ, and they soon became freinds, he taught her about the industerial society, and she taught him of the wilderness, they both learnt to survive in these very different enviornment. Eventually Charlie found somewhere recognisable, a small town, and from there, they searched for somewhere to work, untill eventually moving to Nolyblab, they found it, PJ was scared, but Charlie promised to take care of her, even though he knew that she was in danger, but he was depserate.

Jakka: Well... we're here um, what should we do?
(The two are standing to the entrance of a menacing medical facilty)
Charlie: Knock
Jakka: It looks.. abandoned.
Charlie: don't worry it's perfectly inhabeted and um fine
Jakka: You look pretty nervous
Charlie: not as much as you
Jakka, common, we'd better go inside.
(They enter, hestantly, Charlie trying to mask his fear, whilst Jakka is curious, yet terrified)

IC: Silph stands up and looks into the water flowing past. He throws his can in and walks back to the facility. Inside, two newcomers have appeared, a Grubb and a Clakker. They looked nervous, almost fearful...pah. Wimps. Shouldn't be in here then. Silph strolled past, and decided to head for the nut house section, after hearing a crash. He stepped in. A door was missing. He stalked up to the cell. A sharp nailed Mudokon was sat inside. Sharp nails was bad enough, and mixed with a presumably wacked out psyche, it would be dangerous...to those soft skinned species, anyway. He picked up the door and pulled it back into the wall with a tug. Hopefully the Mud wouldn't realise it could effortlessly be knocked out of place again. He then went further to find a possible cause...he looked to the lounge, and turned the handle. Locked. Why was this? he knocked on the door "Anyone in there? Know what happened to this Mud's cell? The door got busted, it needs repairing (not my job), though I've made a temporary block on it"

OOC:
darn you kastere!

IC:
Ulrix sighed and sat down in a heap.
"Helpsh!" he shouted again at the door. "help meesh odd!"

Odin giggled to himself, then heard a knock on the door.

It was Silph, and no matter how heavily modfied Odin was, he wouldn't want to get into a fight.
He looked out the window, short fall-he thought.

He used his security buzzer to unlock it as he descended the side of the building, landing with a thump on the ground.
He could hear some clakker Drawl and a Grubbs annoying yammer.

"Why not?" he stated aloud, not expecting an answer.
He clicked off to the gate, the tan-colore carapace he had been modified with glinting.

OOC: You state your posts as if your character already knows who all our characters are. That wouldn't make alot of sense, particularly since Silph is new here.

IC: "Why not? WHY NOT!? You-" the rest of that particular foul sentence was muffled out as Silph stepped back, and shoulder charged through the door. he looked around. The curtains flapped from the window. He heard a thud. Sneaky b*stard. He blindly charged out the window, before realising the height. He smashed into the ground, his pincers sinking into the soil slightly. He shook himself as he got up, and stretched his legs. A slight glimmer flashed round a side of the building. He chased it, yelling "Why you running!? Trying to hide somethin', are yer?"

OOC: I'll keep that in mind, thanks.:)

IC: 'Damn!' Odin thought, as an unhappy Silph landed not far behind him.
He started running, all three legs working in perfect tandem.
He wasn't sure where to run, so he just headed to the voices.

IC: "Why can't you just explain yourself, damnit!" Silph thought. Would he try to get away from the building? He leapt through a window and ran into the main hall. He ducked behind the busted vending machine and waited to see what would develop.

OOC: Meh, I'm lost.

IC
(Silph's room)
Zandoba raised his head and a brow as he saw Silph leap out of the window, after previously flinching from all of the racket he had made. He shook his head and continued to read the book he held.

OOC:
heya soz guys but i'm kinda stuck here, no guards are hearing ulrix's calls, and he's stuck in his cell. i think i may leave unless you guys have some suggestions...
and by the way, when you say that Odin locked the door kastere a few posts ago, which door was he locking? Ulrix's cell door or the lounge door?

Slax made his way down to the main hall and saw silph hideing behind vending machine slax ducked behind with him "what in the name of odd is going on here" slax asked.

OOC: I meant the lunge door, Ulrixs was the one I opened.

IC: A confused and bewildered Odin burst into the main hoping to use the Old vending machine to hide, but he was going too fast and wouldn't stop.
As his legs scraped along the ground, leaving a elltale trail and causing a horrible noise, he felt his genetically modified instincts kicking in, right as he passed the machine, he turned around and opened the flaps on his back, releasing a small burst of chemicals that slowed his velocity.
unfortunately, this put him off balance and he clattered to the gound, and to his horror, Silph was sitting behind the machine...

IC: "Heh, gotcha, boom-butt..." Silph lunged at the mutant Slig and pinned it to the ground. He put a claw over the Slig's neck, ready to tighten "So...who are you, then? And what do you want here?"

IC: Odin tried to shake himself off, but Silph had him pinned.
"I am um...I am Iam..."
He could feel an urge in the back of his head, kind of like belching, but with a tad more force.
He could feel himself getting angry, the modification relative to his three legs wasn't for nothing, and he opened his mouth, and tentacles wide.
"I AM ODIN!" He bellowed, as much as a slig was capable of bellowing.
Suddenly the space around his mouth looked distorted.
'Oh NO' he though...

Jakka: No one is comming for us, should we?
Charlie: Look, PJ, maybe we should find some place else, I mean, a burbb working for a hospital could be kinda, od...
Jakka: So you're scared!
Charlie: No, can't you see-
Jakka: You don't think I can do it can you? Common, I'll show you!
IC: The pair enter into the facility.
Charlie: Helllooo?

IC: Silph shifted his eyes and leant back as much as possible, but kept his arm in place on Odin's throat "Right, so you're Odin, um...what do you want here, then? Why did you need to run away from me?"

IC: Odin wriggled and struggled as much as he could, but Silph had a death grip on him.
He couldn't stop it.
"Employee...Gaurd...genet-"
Odin couldn't finish his sentence unfortuntely, as the Rift cannon in his throat sent a powerful report striasght upwards, shattering the lightd above him and crippling a better part of the fixtures.
A large concave mark was left on the roof of the room.
Odin looked horrified.

Ulrix looked up.
"freedom?" he said calmly. he walked forward towards the exit and stepped out into the corridor. The was no-one. Walking forward he approached the wall and tapped it.
"no dream!" he shouted, and then began running away down the corridor, laughing histericly.

IC: Odin wrenched himself free and started away, as fast as he could, Silph seemingly in shock or simply extended surprise.
Back to the nuthouse... he thought.