Okay you SNIFF-SNIFF BANGERS, I say yes to the non-ODDWORLD rpg. But first, if you wnat me to vote yes, you have to give me a big CHOC. BUNNY. Hey, did you all hear what SHOBBLES did? Omg, he is such a FRINK-FRINK, I mean HELLO?! Who in the right mind would go out with a glukkon, AND a mudokon at the same time, Uh, puleaze. All his girlfriedns are such PMMERS.
Okay enough with that, heres my funky lil character *I'm probably never gonna use her because I create new ones all the time*
Name:Xabria (zay-bree-uh)
gender:female
species:slig
age:11 (44 in slig years, wow, I don't act my age!)
appearance:Xabria looks like a normal everyday slig, except she is light blue, with some bark blue stripes down her back, arms, and chest. Kinda like a funky blue tiger slig thingy o_O . Instead of the normal male slig red eyes, Xabria has purple eyes, a feature not yet seen in any other sligs, like her blue skin. Maybe she's like this because of what she is. So far she's the only known female slig not to be a queen, or really fat. See Skillya? This is what you get when you go out to bars at night and get all drunk and crazy.....
Personality
oesn't take crap from anyone. This fiery little babe is as dangerous as a loaded pistol when you mess with her, unless you're her friend of course. She's very sweet and loyal to her rare and precious few friends. All the other sligs she meets she shoots before she gets to meet them. She has more agility and is sneaky and cunning when it comes to kills, but when the time comes, she'll enjoy an all out shooting fest.
Story:Abandoned as a child, well, just fired and fast enough to run form the scrabs she was being fed to, Xabria has lived her life on her own in the wild. She was adopted by an old mudokon tribe on the outskirts of the Monsaic lines. She's the only slig ever to be welcome there, but is still never allowed deep inside the forests of the Monsaics. Most sligs try to shoot her on site when she comes close to the factory, while some of her old pals give her some paramite pie and tell her information on what the glukkons are doing next. She then tells that to the tribe elders, and contemplate on what to do, and what their next attack will be on them. Once their plan to destroy the factory she came from comes into order, and friendly sligs will be spared and come live with them, all others will be terminated! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *cough cough* umm, got a little dramatic there, hehe.
If it's okay, I'd like to have a pet slog, otherwise just accepting my character will be okay ^_^
Name:Stregha (ster-eg-uh)
Gender:Female
Species:Slog
Age:8 months
Appearance:Black with green stripes, bigger claws and teeth then usual slogs, and green eyes. (haha, I'm kinda basing this on my real dog, minus the green stripes)
Personality:#1 on Oddworld's most dangerous creatures. #1 on Xabria's best friends list. If you come withing 100 yards of this slog, you better be Xabria's friend, otherwise the next bone she burries may be yours....
Story:This slog isn't any regular run of the mill factory slog, uh uh, this is a wild slog. Kinda like the Oddworld version of a wolf. These slogs have an entirely different queen, and wild through the deserts of Scrabania. They're the only thing a scrab is afraid to attack, besides maybe an electric fence. Stregha was a mishap similar to Xabria, the wild slog queen got drunk, did a little dance, made a little love, got down that night, and poof. One messed up sloggie. Never drink and , mate at the same time kids. Stregha was shunned from her tribe, and banished to the scorching baron fiery tundras of Scrabania. She was lucky to have made it to the outskirts alive, but barely. Xabria saved her by feedign her a scrab cake, and was eternaly grateful. Her reward for saving a wild slog, was allowing her to tame one. As they say, it's been history ever since, and Xabria and Stregha have been best friends forever.
Arg, hand cramps from writing too much without caffine!!!!
Oddling l:c l