Revenge of the Animals RP
 

"My brethren! Too long have we waited hand and foot on man! I for one are fed up with their detainment of our kinsman! We shall revolt!"
Long have the domestic animals been servants of man. Now is the time for revolt. Hamsters, Gunea Pigs, Snakes, , Cats, Dogs, Rabbits, and all the rest! Fight back with whatever strength you can muster!

Basically we are domestic animals (any animal that would be kept as a pet) on a mission to destroy the kingdoms of man. Everyone in this RP will be on one squad. Obviously, this will be a humurous RP, so don't make it serious. Crack jokes, do ridiculous things, kind of like calvin ball. All animals will be their normal sizes. We will have weaponry aside from claws and teeth. Any medi-evil weapon (mace, flail, sword ( Long sword or great sword), crossbow (this is the pinnacle of technology for animals. nothing better than crossbow.), etc.) All weapon are miniature to fit your size. All animals have the ability to stand on two legs, speak english, and operate your weapon.

Name:
Species: (cat, dog, hamster, etc. No horses or cows. Nothing larger than a dog.)
Weapon: (long sword, greatsword, crossbow, flail. Claws and teeth are obvious, you don't need to put them.)Bio
Bio: (Your backstory)
Description: (appearance and personality. obviously we won't wear clothes.)
Extra: (anything else, like special skills. Lockpicking, jumping high, speed, strength)

Well, no one had bothered to say anything. I for one want to join nonetheless.

Name: Verlum Ralon (used to be called Laoch by previous owner)
Species: Irish Terrier (da dawg, yo)
Weapon: Longsword
Bio: Allow this to be told from Verlum's point of view, as I rarely do let my characters tell their own pasts.
"Ach, yes. I'm an Irish Terrier, I be. I was born through controlled breeding, I was, and the day I was born was the day I was orphaned. Oh, how fate be cruel to us simple -- "
Hey, mind dropping that accent? For some reason, certain people are skeptic toward accents and I wouldn't want anyone...you know.
"Fine. Anyway, yeah, I was born through some controlled breeding and put up for adoption without even knowing my parents. Crom Cruach curse them."
Wait, Crom Cruach?
"Chief god of Ireland. Shut up. So, I was adopted by this young boy when I was still a puppy, and we loved each other with all our heart. He was really friendly and had a loving mother, but neither he nor I know what became of his father. We knew each other for years, ever since he was only five years old, but I hate myself for saying this...he died when he was nine. I remember I would sit hopefully by his room or the rug by the doorway, hoping he'd come out, y'know? But he never came in or came out. His mother was all alone, so we turned to each other for some comfort. But she was never happy since then, and nor was I. I mean, I'd hope we could play catch or -- or something, but she never played with me. She'd just, you know, scratch me behind the ear or scratch my belly and say a lot of personal stuff. I'd listen...then she died of cancer."
All that happened...and your name...?
"Pulled it out of nowhere. I used to be called Laoch, which was Irish Gaelic for warrior. Boy had a large ancestry of some Irishpeople. Now I hate strangers because it was a stranger in the car who ran over the boy. I also despise people with no heart or consideration for us dogs...like the people who sold me without letting me know me parents..I hate them with all of my heart."
Description: Like most Irish Terriers, Verlum's not the largest dog around. He's rather smaller than a labrador, but not too lacking in size, and it quite furry but slim. He has a little short tail that actively hits the air when it comes to excited emotions including happiness and aggressiveness. He has more fur on the muzzle than most other dogs, and his fur is a mess, which really shows that he truly is a terrier, and his fur is the pale color of tan sand. His floppy ears are brown, and the claws of his paws are sharpened to their full extent. Verlum likes to fight, fight, fight, and lastly, fight. Every time a stranger walks up to him, whether animal or human, he becomes wary and if the stranger seems hostile, he gets out his available weapons and becomes wildly vicious. He's friendly but tough, and is one who wants to win the argument one way or another. Nonetheless, he is nice and always has his voice to lend, whether in a good way or negative way. He really loves anything shiny, and loves to chase a bouncing rubber ball. Somehow, a bouncing rubber ball is the best way to keep him under one's control. Verlum seems to be a dog who likes to be anorexic at times, and likes to gorge on food at random other times. He has a loyal heart to his comrades and pays no attention to weather, time, or terrain as a matter of fact -- just himself and whatever friends he has -- and, as mentioned earlier, he hates people without consideration for animals such as himself, with a burning passion.
Extra: Did I mention he likes to fight and will go all-out to win one, with only the lack of consideration of putting himself in full risk if a comrade is endangered? He has great stamina and fighting speed, but don't count on his energy all the time. He likes to be lazy when he's not outside.

Name:Spiffy

Species: American short-hair cat

Weapon: Dual mini-daggers, one curved like BM's

Bio: Spiffy was bought as a gift for a spoiled child who wanted everything. After being neglected, barely fed, forced to "go" in a litter box with almost no room, and get water drip by drip out of the leaking sink, he rebelled. When he was going to be subject to his usual "airplane cat" routine, he bit the child, and ran to his neighbor's house. The dog there, being a rebel sympathizer proceeded to show him to the hidden Animal Resistance Base. Here, is where his story began.

Description: All gray, except for paws, which are white. A foot and 5 inches long give or take a few, including his tail, and 6 inches tall from the bottom of his paw to the top of his shoulder. He is very semi-serious, and likes to imitate Leeroy Jenkins... who's video he saw when the child was surfing the web, he also jokes alot... but some of them aren't that funny. He is also... "slightly large in the stomach department."

Extra: He is very agile, and has a knack for picking locks and doing stealth kills of all kinds... he watched the little bas- uh, child play Thief: Deadly Shadows and Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory alot. (And if allowed) He is forced to wear a goofy extremely dark purple cat-cape, that he hasn't figured out how to get off yet.

Cool, someone else noticed. Come on, people, it's no fun with only two animals being angry toward the humans and going rabid from time to time.

Hey, I take every chance I can get to use Spiffy in an RP! No way I'd pass this up.

Now, we wait for Darkcorn...


EDIT: Okay Darkcorn, I know you're there stop hiding.

Sorry it took so long, I had forgotten about this. You're both approved. Here is my character. It is basically my cat, Frizby, with a sword, except that he is treated very well and is pretty old (believe it or not, he is 14 in human years!)
Name : Frizby (my cat's name)
Species: Cat
Weapon: A steel katana
Bio and appearance: A rather large short-haired orange tabby, he is sort of fat, but very agile and strong. He was treated badly as a kitten and adult cat. He was trained from birth by his father, a great warrior. He is trained to the fullest extent with his steel katana, which his father gave him on his death bed. Having had his father killed by a mean human, Frizby pledged his life to fight against the humans. His tail is longer than his body, which allows him to jump very high. His katana is kep in a sheath on his back.
Extra: Strong, agile, fast, and can jump very high because of his long tail.

Spiff: Is your cat's name spiffy? Like, in real life, do you have a cat named Spiffy? It seemed to me that your post implied that. My character is based on my real-life cat, Frizby, who is the best cat ever!

Actually, Spiffy is the name I use in most non-serious humor RPs and as online names and stuff. The gray (and somethimes gray and white) cat that I use under the name Spiffy is a tribute to my now transparent-glowing blue- floating- with a halo around his head cat named Gizmo.

No prob, DarkCORN!. We stumbled along just recently anyway.

I don't have a dog or cat...

I have several cats and two dogs. I think we need about three more people for this.

Three mor epeople, eh? No problem.
-Looks at the last quote in your signature.- Now there's a familiar one... "I've got your nose, Mr. Anderson, and I'm going to keep it!" Good old LegendaryFrog. Even helped with the 8-Bit Theatre movies.