Felarya: Xenomorph's Curse

I'm hoping that people join this roleplay It's been a long time since I've been on these forums. I'm glad to be back though. As for joining, post a quick character sheet of your character/s.

Rules: No killing another's character without permision (this includes digestion)
No Godmoding/overpowered characters
Keep Cursing to a minimum
absolutely NO sex/pornography/vulgar content


Name: Greg O'Brian
Gender: Male
Age: 18 (I just feel more comfortable playing as my real age xD)
Race: Human
Height: 5'8"
Eye color: Green
hairstyle: short, shaggy
Hair Color: Black
Skin color: Caucasian
Build: well built
Facial Hair: none
Clothes: Normally wears a black t-shirt, weapon holsters, dark blue jeans, combat boots.
Weapons: Combat shotgun, 24 Magnum pistol, grenade launcher

Xenomorph form:


The xenomorphs. An insectoid alien race originating in the far reaches of the universe. The xenomorphs have only two purposes: Hunt, and serve the queen. There are a few tales about encounters with these deadly creatures, from Ripley's horrifying experience to an infestation in Nevada. But, one name always seems to show itself whenever the Xenomorphs are involved: Weyland-Yutani. "The Company," what it's widely known as, exhibits the worst aspects of corporate profiteering, willing to sacrifice decency and human life in the pursuit of profit. The corporation has consistently ordered its employees and agents to attempt to obtain living xenomorphs so that they can be exploited as a biological weapon, without regard for their obtainers' lives. One of the obtainers is Greg O'Connor. Greg had been a xenomorph obtainer for two years, during whch he has witnessed many deaths of his colleagues. He had heard rumors of a new xenomorph "project" a few days back while walking down a hallway in the Weyland-Yutani corporation building, but thought nothing of it. Little did he know, his life was about to change....

<Weyland-Yutani Corp. building: Testing Lab>
An aged scientist adjusted his bifocals as he examined the xenomorph specimens in their containers. "Such wonderfull creatures." He said dreamily. The scientist was Dr. Nikodem Sokolov, a Russian scientist who majored in bioengineering. He raised a vial up to his eyes. The vial had a peculiar green liquid contained inside it. After setting it on his desk, he pressed the intercomm button. "Greg O'Brian, please come to the testing lab."

<Greg O'brian>
Greg didn't really understand why Dr. Solokov needed him to come to the testing lab. "What does that mad scientist want now?" Greg and Dr. Solokov detested each other to an extent, but Greg was able to tolerate the old man. After making his way through the labyrinth of hallways, Greg entered through the Testing Lab's doors. "What's up, Dr. Solokov?" Before he knew it, something hit him hard in the back of the head, and everything went black.

<Thirty minutes later>
"Ugn...What the hell?" Was all Greg could manage to let past his lips. "Greetings, Mr. O'Brian." Dr. Solokov hissed in a menacing manner. Greg tried to move his arms, but realized he was strapped down on a table. "For God's sake Solokov, what's going on!?" Greg demanded, feeling his anger rise. "Oh, just wanted to make sure you were awake before I left." Solokov replied in a sing-song manner. "I didn't want my test subject to be confused about what was going on, after all. Now soon," He said while looking at his wristwatch, "the effects should be taking place. Three minutes from now to be exact." With that, he wiggled his fingers to say goodbye, and left the testing lab. "Dammit!" Greg shouted. "I knew he was a crazy old man!" His heart began to race. "I want to enjoy the show," Solokov's voice said over the room's intercomm, "so I'm going to see if you can get out alive!" Greg's binds were finally loose, and he hurridley got off of the table, heading for the door. "Security," Solokov's voice rang over the company's speakers, "Greg O'Brian must be terminated! I repeat, shoot to kill!" Now Greg was afraid. He had to leave as fast as he could. He could hear thundering footsteps approaching. Greg made a run for it. Narrowly missing occasional bullets, Greg finally found a window. Without thinking twice, he ran for it, aiming to crash through. "There he is!" Two gunshots were fired, and hit Greg in the arm, while the other missed his stomach. Greg crashed through the window. He closed his eyes and yelled, soon landing on the hard ground. "Ahh!" Pain wracked his body as he landed. Greg opened his eyes to see large, colorfull fauna around him. "Where...Where the hell am I?"

He was in Felarya, in the Chidokai forest. However, Greg was new to this world....

(um i'd like to join this but I am unsure how to....)

(I'd like to join with this girl if you'll let me^^)

Spoiler:

Tara's Bio

Large, moss-green eyes looked up suddenly into the emerald green mist around them. Pupils contracting to thin slits in silent anticipation, looking off trying to see what they couldn't see physically. No, this was a mental buzz. In those inner eyes, there was the magical signiture of a small lifeform not far from here, a mere 5 miles. It flew down fromt he sky, down below the comfortable boughs of the lovely canopy, down into the the ground below, the sickening ground. Why did he have to fall so far down below? Why couldn't he have gotten caught on a branch?

It would have been so much easier.

Her spine arched gracefully as chocolate dipped paws pushed the large body off the ground. A thickly muscled tail wove in the air behind her, pulling back and getting the annoying kinks out of the vertabrae. She yawned, her mouth full of small, sharp baby's teeth; her chest fell back, which as adorned with wanna-be-breasts and dridder's silk the color of royal purple. Her stomach growled lightly. It wasn't the sound of absolute starvation, but it was a warning-- it was patient for only so long, soon it would be a ravenous nightmare. The human was only 5 miles away. He had just hit the ground.

She took a deep breath of the thin canopy-air, taking in the scents of arbor-frogs and jaykays; the heady smells of muris reached her nostrils, as well as the warm scent of the benign saslenoths that climbed around the slippery, humid trees. A frown appeared on her face, then. There was also the faint smell of scales from so far below...this forest was full of snake-women, soft skinned and ravenous in their appetite. She loved them, but she was hungry and could not allow them a free meal so easily. That's one lesson she had learned. Care for yourself first; consideration for others second.

There was a fluid movement as the feline body crouched low to the bough she had slept on; in a powerful leap, the pantaur took off from the branch and was soon moving at full speed among the canopy she knew as well as the air she breathed. Muscles bunched and loosened sinuously as she made her way towards the fallen star, almost flying with the speed of her movements.

Tara was on her way; the race had begun.

(Since I saw no location, I say this is Chidokai Forest, or very close to the border of the forest =3 please say if this isn't so or if you want a change in location.)

Pain wracked his arm from the gunshot wound. But, he could feel pain in his right arm as well. He didn't remember being hit in his right arm. However, when he rolled up his short sleeve to examine his arm more closely, there was a small prick. "Three minutes." Solokov's words echoed in his head. What did that mad scientist mean by "effects?" Three minutes until what? So many questions began to whirl in his head. Then he realized that he didn't have much time until these "effects" would begin. "Shit...By now I must only have a minute left....Dammit!" It was still day in the forest. Greg couldn't comprehend where he was. Last he checked, the corporation's building wasn't surrounded by any jungle, or forest.

Name: Destro
Race: Half Fairy
Gender: Female
Height: 5ft
Hair Color: Bright Red
Eye Color: Green
Age: 19
Occupation: Mechanic

Destro's eyes opened slowly, her green eyes scanned the area, a smile spread across the girls face, crawling on hands and feet moving out of the Tree roots, the home which she had claimed. Destro wore nothing but a simple loin cloth around her waist, poking out of her hair apeared a pair of Antennae, but no wings on her back. Destro Blinked sniffing the air briefly she could smell blood, she stook out her tongue tasting the blood on the air. Destro turned and sprinted through the forest her bare feet making little or noise on the floor, she leapt easily over tree roots, running towards Gregs loaction as fast as she could, when she spotted him owever she grew nervous and ducked behind a tree peering around it slowly, watching the human closely.

Greg began to feel sick. He clutched his stomach as he hurled onto the ground. "Ugh...What the hell is happening to me?" Using the bottom of his shirt, Greg whiped his mouth, and spat to the side, getting the rest of the bile out of his mouth. He could've swore that he saw something duck behind a tree, but he was too concerened about himself to even give a damn.

Destro watched Greg closely, dodging behind another tree, then another moving closer to Greg examining him curiously unable to understand what washappening to him. Destro couldn't help but giggle silently to herself though, she moved forwards coming up behind Greg watching him curiously "are you alright there sir?"

Greg jolted to his feet and spun around. He was at a loss for words when he saw the red haired girl. Then, he could finally find his voice. "No, No I'm not alright! Something's happening to me...I don't know what!" Greg was desperate for answers and comfort. "Please...Tell me, where am I?"

Desro giggled slightly at Greg's reaction, she thought for amoment examining him "why your in the chordini forest, in the jolly old world of Felarya...........well I say Jolly....Well I mean old..Just old.........yeah just go with that the old world of Felrya, not that jolly here though" she says smiling pleasently a she examined Destro turning to walk away.

"Wait! What's Felarya? It's nowhere near the company I used to work at." Greg was becomming more and more confused at the events that have been transpiring. This 'Felarya' was nothing he had ever heard of. Sure, he'd been to strange places, even different planets, but never in his life had he been to a strange and beautifull forest like the one he was in.

Destro looked over her shoulder humming softly and thinking briefly "well its a world" she says with a soft, gentle winkshe giggled softly, her Anntenae twitchingslightly she eeped and made to cover them both with her hair, a soft slightly embarased look on her face.

"What kind of world?" Greg was curious, and wanted to know what the girl meant.

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"you know.............a world nothing more to it.....its just a world unlike any other"Destro say giggling she sets off running into the forst giggling softly as she ran.

"And the crusty old man said 'I'll do what I can,'
And the rest of the rats shook like maracas..."

Tara yelped a soft squeak of pleasant surprise as, when she got so much closer to the fallen man, she also sensed a another small life form. Which was odd-- wouldn't she have sensed it earlier along with the man? Tara did a mental shrug and didn't particularly worry herself with it. Hell, she probably shouldn't eat it if she couldn't sense it as well, anyway....

Carefully stifling the foot-falls of her paws against the bark of the trunk with her sound magic, Tara made her way swiftly to the bottom of the tree, to the forest floor below. While she didn't get as sick as she did when she was younger, Tara still felt somewhat queasy whenever she went down to the forest floor. It didn't bother her enough to get her attention away from the fairly good sized human male. She smiled, the tip of her tongue wetting her lips for a moment before leaping down swiftly upon the emerald green floor, grabbing for the human with blinding speed.

And she shouted her infamous battle cry as she did so:

"Hi Chewy!"

Greg yelped as he was suddenly grabbed by a large hand. He looked up, only to have fear overwhelm him as he looked at the pantaur's face. Her grip was firm, and his arms trapped to his sides. "Hi Chewy!" She happily greeted him. Greg was caught off by this sudden happy outburst. "Chewy?" He asked, looking into the pantaur's eyes. "What are you? And my name's Greg! Look, I have no time for this...Something horrible is happening to me! Please, I beg you, set me down!"

Something horrible?

"Why'd you call me 'horrible'?" Tara asked, generally curious. She sat back on her haunches; her stomach was growling, but it was such a light growl she could ignore it for the time being. All humans pleaded with her "not to eat them", but if she wasn't hungry she'd talk to them and ask why they didn't want to be eaten. She wasn't too hungry right now. She wouldn't eat him immediately.

Instead, her hand opened slightly, and her tongue wiggled from between her lips. She stroked him once, twice, trying to tickle him. She giggled in her throat. "See, Chewy? What's so horrible about that?"

Greg chuckled slightly, but then got serious again. "Honestly, I don't know why I would have to call you horrible. Something horrible is happening INSIDE me...I don't know what yet....But I've already thrown up once...My inside burns." Greg winced as pain shot through his body. "Oh shit....AGH!" Before Tara's eyes, Greg slowly shape shiftted into a xenomorph. Once the transformation was complete, he shook his head from disorientation. "Ugh...What the...?" His vision was strange...He could litteraly "sense" other life forms in the forest, being able to see some distance beyond the thick trees. "I'm...I'm one of THEM!" Dread seemed to crash over Greg like a wave. "Oh no...This is what that scientist did to me!" Greg took a moment to calm down. "Wait...How come I can talk...and think like myself? Is this the project he was working on?"

Tara blinked, staring at him for a few moments before letting out an involuntary shriek and dropping him from her palm. She then run up the nearest tree, looking down at him with a mixture of terror and curiosity.

"What gives, Chewy!?"

Michael landed softly on his hands and feet softly from the sudden, heart-stopping drop. He looked up to the pantaur as he felt upset for scaring her. He couldn't believe that a shriek could be so loud. "Now do you understand what I was trying to tell you?" He asked Tara as he stood upright. He sighed, and told her the events that had happened before he arrived at this "Felarya," sorrow in his voce, and resentment as he remembered that scientist that had done this to him.

Destro blinked turning around, she clasped he hands to her mouth in shock as he examined the creature that had replaced Michael and moved up closer and close to him reaching out and gently touching his head feeling the creatures body, running her hand across his face and nostrils and even tongue before puling back.

Greg allowed Destro to feel him. He was surprised that she was this close to him, considering what he looked like. "I don't know if I'll ever be a human again...For all I know, this transformation is permanent." He looked back up at the pantaur. "Please, don't be afraid. I promise I won't hurt you." He pleaded to her. ((edited my original post, and xenomorphs don't have nostrils :p))

Destro smiled stroking Michaels head gently, looking at him curiously a small smile upon her face "ooh cool" she says stroking Michael gently she then began to gently hum a nice soft tune.

((edited my last post))
As Destro stroked Greg's head and hummed, Greg kept still, letting Destro stroke his head. It felt kind of nice. "Please," Greg pleaded to Tara, "I won't hurt you." Before Greg realized, he was turning back into a human again. Once the metamorphasis was complete, Greg opened and closed his hands as he looked at them. "I'm...Human again?" This was all so confusing for Greg. "So...That syrum gives a person the ability to change into a Xenomorph at will." Greg looked up at Tara, who was still in the tree. "Can you tell me what Felarya is? Are there other giant human-animal hybrids like you?"

(I don't think Moon eyes is still in this)