I may be new round here but Im an experianced rper, you can even ask Rico, he'll tell ya.
Okay this is going to take place on the mobius. Mostly the great forest or wherever. There's to be no giant robots (mechs gundams,ect..) or godly people (invincible and such) that just ruins an rp... You can have a few guns but no nukes. Um you can have a few powers nothing too extreme. other than that go for it.
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It was pitch black outside in the forest. The only light was from the bright full moon that shown down on the forest. That little bit of light helped her a bit as she limped through the forest. Her bright red fur hardly noticable in the dark of night. She had three tails the normal amount for a kitsune of her species. A species that was quickly going extinct. She herself was a foxfire kitsune. Bright red fur with orange and yellow on the tips of her tails. She carefully slipped off the backpack she was carring with the things she shuved into it before she tried to escape her home. Her former home that was not probably burned to the ground by the evil robots that had attacked it.
She collapsed against a tree when she felt it was safe to stop. She was exhausted from going so far in one night. That and the amount of blood she had lost from her wounds. The sickening smell of burnt fur and flesh had gone away a few miles back. She had two blaster wounds on her. One on her left shoulder and the other was on her right upper leg. She had to corterize her wounds so that she would loose no more blood. It was the pain from it that she didn't want to feel. She held up her hand palm up. She didn't know if she had the strength to summon the fire to her. Her hand glowed for a moment then faded. Her hand fell to her side. She breathed heavily knowing she had to do this.
She swept her hand along the ground and found a stick and shoved it in her jaws. She raised her hand again and watched it steadily glow brighter as a small flame erupted from her palm she slapped to down on her leg. Her body tensed as the pain in her leg grew. She bit down on the stick forcing herself not the scream out. So she didn't alert those who might be looking for her. She removed her hand and the smell of burnt flesh returned but the good news was that she had stopped the bleeding. And now she had to do her shoulder. Her arm was covered in the warm red sticky substance that had leeked from her body. She powered up her hand again only this time the flame was much smaller a sign of her fatigue.
She slapped her hand on the wound. Small tears slid down her cheeks as she bit down on the stick breaking it in two before she was done. A small whimper escaped her throat as she pulled her hand away. She opened the back pack and pulled out an old shirt. Ripping it it up into stripes and tieing them around her wounds so they wouldn't get infected. She had to find a more secure location to sleep in but she was so tired. She was in luck when she found a small opening by the tree. It led to a nice sized opening under the tree. She crawled under it making sure she was as far away from the entrance as possible before she drifted off into a much needed slumber.
WOW! That is a very powerful intro post, best I've seen in a while, I'm sold! Do you mind if I tag along on this one?
Nope not at all ^^ in fact i would be honored. I didn't think anyone would wanna join actually
Ditto, I think I'd join as Mike sooner or later. Welcome to the guild, BTW.
^^ thankies 
Erm... can I join too? ^^
First I have to think of a character. Have one or two in mind... 
sure 
ooc: Yeah kick arse entrance im with craig on this one.
can i join in too
(Editting)
yes 
Thank you very much
I'll just give a quick intro post then I assume by the Great Forrest reference this is set in the Archie continuity, so I'll base it off my knowledge of that. If I miss assume or get anything wrong, let me know
IC:
A Mobian Squirrel jumped from tree to tree in the forest, it wore nothing more than a tattered denim jacket and a dirty black T-shirt, looking at the scruff and raggedness of the boy, no older than 18, he wasn't living a luxurious life-style. Infact, the boy had been living as an outcast of Knothole for several years, deciding a ferrel life to be better than living on the front lines of a war, or watching as your loved ones fought on your behalf and were mowed down.
Life was one big adventure, if any robots came his way he would take care of them as best he could. He was certainly no hero, but could look after himself, and in a dense forest he was in his element. Nothing beat the thrill of diving and swinging from branch to branch, after years of practice the agility and dexterity were so sewn into his system he barely had to think of it anymore.
Though, of course, a life of high adventure in the wilderness did come at a cost...
'What the?!' he exclaimed, suddenly, his eyes fixing on the fox sleeping on the ground, 'Why would a foxie wonder out of it's nice warm house and spend a night under the stars?'
Thinking aloud wasn't uncommon for the squirrel, often it was the only way to remind himself he still had a voice.
He slowly made his way down and carefully examined, 'A girl' he whispered to himself, half astonished at the discovery, as if it made any difference. 'What on Earth are you doing out here...'
He sat down, silently and watched her, waiting. He had nothing better to do, and he hadn't talked to another Mobian in quite a long time.
OoC:
Hmmm... I'd like to try joining this?
As Breech, natch.
She hadn't slept the best tossing and turning, she had rolled right out of her sanctuary. And now was being examined by a set of eyes. She senced that they were not familar and she rolled over into a sitting position really quick. Her bright orange eyes opened to see who had been watching her. She noticed the squirrel and winced when the pain in her limbs returned. She had forgotten about them until now.
ooc: sure you can join breech
Yeah, sorry for the previous post - I guess it was a brain fart in some ways: ignore it. Now to my real post.
IC:
A Mobian Hedgehog walked slowly in the flush woodlands of the Great Forest with his oak quarterstaff as a walking stick. He always loved the nice exercise of a mile or so trail down the woods. Though of course he had only been in the woods for a little time - not knowing of any outside world like Knothole or Robotnik.
The hedgehog wore a wiast-length brown leather jacket, a tan tanktop, dark blue jeans, and a pair of orange tennis shoes. The hedgehog was no older than 19, and the only companions he had was a lost 10 year old he had found a few months ago.
He had built a wooden cabin a trail or two up the north trail and camoflauged it well in the woods near a passing smaller trail by the north trail.
He hadn't encountered danger ever.
On his waist starapped with a black belt, a sivler colt .45 handgun was holstered. He never used it, and felt he would never have to.
Suddenly the hedgehog came upon a clearing which he usually took to get to the south, east, west, and north trails. Like a crossing in a sence. The hedgehog nodded, as he walked on the clearing he noticed a three-tailed red fox sleeping under the moonlit skies...and a squirrel watching her.
"Huh?" he said as he walked on attention directed to the duo. Suddenly he tripped over a log, and a 'thump' was heard.
He yeleld slightly as eh crashed to the ground.
When she started moving a cold rush flowed down from his throat all the way to his stomach, he realised now what a stupid idea it was and felt like he'd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.
When she opened her eyes, he felt a bit easier, orange was a rare and vivid colour and he detected no anger or evil in her, just suprise and confusion. Then she winced in pain.
'Woah! Are you alright?!' he asked, quickly, reaching out to help, but retracting his hands as an after-thought 'Sorry about that' he added 'Listen, I just saw you here and I didn't know why you was and... it's dangerous and I was just...' he hung his head 'sorry'
It took a few seconds before the cloud of embarrasement had lifted and he realised she still hadn't replied or said anything. 'Hey, seriously. Are you alright, what happened to you?' he asked, genuine worry and concern filling his voice.
"I..." She didn't know what to tell him or even who he was in the first place. She turned her head with she heard the black hedgehog fall nearby. She had expected to run into other mobians but not so many at once. "Who are you all...?" She tryed to brush some of the dirt that had collected on her blood soaked arm away. but it wouldn't come off so easily.
Deeper in the forest, a cat perked her ears up. "Cries in the night..." she muttered, sitting up.
Dressed in ragged combats that were too big for her, the feline almost unfolded as she stood, a brutal sneer across her face.
She picked up a long metal staff that had been leaning against a tree, "Another hunt?" she asked the air softly.
"It's been a while..." she whispered, her green eyes glowing. She took a step backwards, and to all intents and purposes, melted into the forest.
OOC: I dont plan on joining as i dont do many RPs on here and i dont like mobius rps in general, however i did want to thank you for taking the time to actually right up a nice intro...
OOC: thanks
Also noting the hedgehog, Craig shock his head and muttered 'Don't people realise that coming out after dark is never a good idea'
He looked at the kitsune, brushing dirt off of her arm, not noticing the blood as it was too dark and the red tone of her fur blended with the dried blood effectivly enough for the casual onlooker to ignore.
'Who's out there!' he called, feeling very akward in his situation, and vowing to himself not to stop for a downed fox in the woods ever again, he lived out in the great woods to escape social situations like this, aswell as major conflicts during these times of war.
'Come out!' he called, advancing on the spot where the hedgehog was, looking back at the kitsune for a moment.
Why did I stop... Why?!
"I'm impressed," said a soft voice directly behind him. Craig spun around as the feline stepped out of the greenery, "You sensed me before you saw me."
Craig gaped, "You-"
"I am called Breech Loader." Breech lifted her metal staff a little, to make some sort of point, "Impress me some more. Don't push your luck this time, kid."
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