Discovering the furry world

[Farewell]

So this is basically a RP about the early world and Furries are discovering lands. Now yes you can be a Any race doesn't matter if they were in different times except the future please. You can find any land even fake! Or live at a land! Go wild and Just have fun! (Also for some out there, yes you can be or turn into a feral)
RULES
•since its old let's try no powers
•One character (unless, like I do you add a character/ creature that eventually dies or is just in a small part)
•no god missing of course and dats all my friends!
•no you don't need to buuut try to interact with others!!!

Name: Zaida Tsuki

Age:19

Species: northern/ southern sergal

Height: 6.3

Weight: 121

Race: unknown to most, but is tribal Indian

Land: unknown and undiscovered land that Zaida calls Sehehl Reef (se-hul)

Dislikes: sergals, sand, tree sap, dangerous things, submission, failure, sickness, loud noises and crowds

likes: food, swimming, climbing, running, hunting, animals (especially new ones), discovering, art, learning, traveling, war, gore, fighting (due to her past she's grown to love it)

Personality/ extra: she's rarely seen different Furries only sergals and dead bidies of Furries that wash up on shore, some that lived she has killed, curious, serious, intelligent can learn easily, strong, very flexible with her long body, lonely, sad, fears nothing, most sergals now fear her. Can speak English from finding washed up books from dead Furries.

About: as you all know northern and southern sergals have a war against one another. her father and mother had a Romero and Juliet thing going on both son and daughter of the leaders and their relationship was a secret. One day having Zaida they executed the mother and father, nearly killing Zaida as a baby. Zaida's aunt defended and protected until she was 11 aunt Vivi past away leaving the southern sergal tribe to starve, beat Zaida day after day until she decided it was best to run off and live on her own but made her grow strong, and intelligent then both of the tribes

Appearance: If you don't know already go on my 'will my art improve?' Thread to see my ref sheet. She's very healthy looking and also you can tell she's a bit different from the other sergal tribes... Due to the fact she's part northern and southern, she is capable with being in cold or hot climate. She's also just between the sizes of both sergal races. She's skinny like sergals however is very fit.

Weapons: hand made curved bow, tomahawks, spear, large double bladed spear, swords. Biting, and clawing, close combat. Some guns she's found but doesn't quite know how to work them.


Clothing: mostly wears armor bullet proof to most guns. when she isn't wearing her armor, she wears her simple rigged leather loinclothes of course that she made

[Cifero Windtail]

(I had a perfect character for this right up until you said "No powers".)

[Farewell]

(It's not my fault, no matter what people do, when I allow powers they have powers for everything, they never get hurt, or super powerful leaving other useless... I honestly hate that, sorry)

[SadDubwool]

Name:Jerimiah locus


Age:21


Species:Red deer


Height:6,7


Weight:230


Race:French


Land:Originates from france


Dislikes:Sickness,Most insects and arachnids


likes:New lands,the ocean,his crewmates


Personality/ extra:He is s normal sailor,just wants to explore the world


About:He was raised by a piss poor family in the dieaese ridden slums of paris,he lost everybody to diesese's,living a lonely life on a rotting house with all kinds off filth,he got some francs,an got a crew and ship's


Appearance:Simple solid red colors with white streak on his chest and snout


Clothing:Navy blue overcoat

[HollowOfHaze]

Name: Galen Arakisk


Age: 17


Species: Heraldic Winged Lion


Height: 5' 10" plantigrade, 6' 3 digitigrade (in the short moments before toppling over)


Weight: 140 Lbs Midform, 315 Lbs Fullform


Race: Asian/Russian


Land: Hails from the small European town of Aret


Likes: Shifting rapidly between Human, Midform and Fullform in the company of his oblivious, exceedingly drunk friends, trying to learn how to fly, getting the perfect bullseye.


Dislikes: Accidentally going to scratch his nose with his claws out, having a sensitive olfactory system in an age of unsanitary conditions, crash landings, lack of thumbs in fullform, biting his tongue in midform with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.


Personality/Extra: Uses a medallion inherited from his grandfather when humanity is a requirement, can't stand upright with digitigrade feet worth a damn, actively practicing archery, randomly sociable.


About: Growing up in the midst of a human colony, Galen was required to always maintain a human appearance, at least within view of the townsfolk. As soon as he learned how to shift between human, midform, and fullform with a good degree of control at the age of 14, he set out with only a few supplies in hopes of finding a place where tolerance of diversity was extended to the other species of the world. Of course, growing up human did no good to his flying skills. Which are pretty much nonexistant as of now. The weird variations in senses when shifting between forms doesn't help much either.


Appearance: Varies, between human (with lion eyes posessing superior vision to those of a human), bipedal midform (brown hair, plantigrade, retractable claws on hands/feet, with or without wings), or a full form, which he almost never uses (thumbs are a valuable resource which one does not have as an adolescent Fullform lion).


Clothes: Simple grey long-sleeved shirt with slits for wings (when present), worn leather pants, cobbled shoes or moccasins.


Weapons: Recurve bow, Steel Broadheads, Steel hunting dagger.

[Farewell]

(Nice however I'm heading to bed, which will give more time for more to join. We'll start tomorrow)

[HollowOfHaze]

(Nice however I'm heading to bed, which will give more time for more to join. We'll start tomorrow)

Sounds like a plan. Let's see how this turns out! I've never really done this kind of thing before. Ever.

[Farewell]

(Well we can start now, and im sure that more will join)
Zaida on sehehl bay was on the beach where her camp was near, she was cooking a fair size shark with her armor aside and was wearing her rigged loinclothes. She sat down studying the shells that rest in the sand.

[SadDubwool]

*Jerimiah sails across the sea silently singing*"Allons enfants de la patrie,Le jour de gloire est arrivé"*He looks at the gentle seas*

[Farewell]

Zaida heard noises from afar and her ears perk up. She huffs looking into the ocean curious.

[SadDubwool]

"Men! Drop anchor! i see land!"

[Farewell]

The do as they were told dropping the anchor quickly.
Zaida seeing a ship watched in awe. She saw many before but never this close to sehehl. She got up and ran into the jungle hiding behind trees leaving her cooking shark in the beach... Along with her armor.

[SadDubwool]

"Hmmm..."*He gets of the ship and to land,the squishing underneath his hoof's*

[Farewell]

Zaida held a double bladed spear not seeing these types of Furries was a whole new experience.
The shark began to burn but now Jeremiah's crew stood around it and some studying Zaida's armor. "Sir look what we found..."

[Tina]

Name: Vivian Maw

Nickname: Captain Dead Water

Gender: female

Age: 29

Species: Shark (can turn feral or anthro)

Height: 6.7

weight: 234ibs

Race: Native Caribbean

Land: Hails from the Caribbean islands

Likes: Pillaging,  loot, rum, and general pirates life stuff.

Dislikes: The navy, rules, and letting the men live.

Personality: Seemingly cheerful but only when she has you at her feet, tends to try to twist deals in her favor, otherwise loves having a good time whatever she considers this to be.

About: Vivian is one of the most feared pirates on the seven seas and her ship is called The Lethal Siren. She has a nasty habit of killing all men on board the ships she raids and only offers women to be apart of her crew. One of her favorite things to do when she makes her prisoners walk the plank is to turn into a shark if there are none around and eat the prisoners herself. She has a large bounty on her head for anyone who would dare try to claim it.


Weapons: A big bastard sword and a double barreled musket pistol. She is incredibly strong as her body is all muscle.

Appearance: Has long red hair when in Anthro form and wears a red corset, black captains jacket, and a short skirt. and thigh high boots. When she turns feral her clothes will rip off if she doesn't strip first and when she does she grows into a full great white shark.