Announcements: Initiative: Promoting Forum Roleplay » Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas » Empty Skies » Does Mind Affect the World? » I have an announcement. » Iskjerne Ballad by dealing_with_it » Viking Music / Norse Songs - Germanic Paganism » Capitalism » Panspermia: a Case for Cordyceps » The Ethics on owning a Housepet » I just really had to share this plot idea. » Materialism »

Players Wanted: looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted » DEAD! » Looking for new RP Buddy(s)! » Sands of Oblivion » Looking for Role Players to join an active universe » Looking for Empire of Cendalia Players » Seeking Roleplayers for The Isekai Wonderland Project » Hadean The Brave - Fresh Blood » Just a trophy of status - long term, story focus! » Kingdom come looking for roleplayers » The Last Dragon! » Roleplay Return for 1 x 1 »

0
followers
follow

Diana Eszes

A huntress vixen striving to survive as she explores the world.

0 · 74 views · located in Xamoyos Wilds

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Hanafuda

So begins...

Diana Eszes's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The sound of a motorbike ripped through the forest before puttering to an idle.

Gromp Fungona dismounted the vehicle in the flattened spot of grass where, presumable, a large animal had passed through not long ago. He grunted and made his way towards a half eaten berry bush. They were no good to ingest, but they made a great dye. They made an even better poison.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

1.25 INK

In the midst of the wilds an interloper had invaded it, unseen, unheard, through something more esoteric means. Small enough to hide and in the form of something relatively small and unassuming. This wasn't her native world, this wasn't her native form, but the fear was all too familiar. This small invader knew too well the fear of teeth and claws, in a unforgiving wilds of her own world. One of her first acts was to hide. Having taken up residence in the cabinet of the kitchen of the old facility, she made her presence as minimal as possible.

She heard movement everywhere, sounds of animal calls, of cracks and crunches of feet both heavy and small. She curled up in there, holding her hands over her ears and tightly closing her eyes.

"Little Spark, are you..? Ah. I'm sorry, Little Spark, the Samsara it is... imprecise, whatever was done here left a kink in the veil," a somber male voice speaks in the back of her mind. Her voice cracks lightly as she places her hands on her face, uttering a name or title, Saraph. "Shh now, collect yourself, you must move forward. There is a flaw somewhere in the veil. I am sorry I cannot be by your side, but I made you strong. Remember, it takes only a little spark to cause a fire Basalah."

Her eyes flare for a moment, and, getting down on all fours, she cracked the cabinet door to peek out, her eyes unusually adept at what little light exists here. She was used to an even darker place, in fact. She forces herself out, quietly scurrying through the building, her red scarf dragging behind her. She paused along the way, another sound of footfalls even smaller than her own. Her ears twitch and she caught sight of a bushy tail. Its movements were... precise, with deeper intention. Curious. She quietly followed, making sounds even light to her acute ears. Eventually leaving the facility altogether, the flood of light nearly causing her to double back. She squinted tight and let her other senses guide her.

She heard another sound, heavier, her heart skipped a beat as she hid in some brush and waited for the massive... shelled... thing to part. As she hid, she observed the behaviors of the smaller creature, taking note that it seemed sapient as it protested at the massive monstrosity which seemed—far less so. As the interaction concluded, and the two parted ways, she thought to leave but before she could get too far to observe, another sound caught her attention. Ducked back in, the sound that approached sounded unnatural. There was a strange little... man? Riding atop a wheeled construct. Machines were not a foreign concept, but few exist where she's from. The other thing she knows is that thing he carries is likely worse news than teeth and claws. Regardless, he's relatively the most familiar creature she's seen since coming here, leaving reasoning a potential option if an encounter was unavoidable... then again, it never worked in her homeland.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gromp Fungona continued to pick the berries, grumbling to himself about damned turtles and stupid space ships. He swore it was just yesterday their mountain village was considered a village. It was the same size, same place, but had grown all the much larger what with the influx of new people.

People, Gromp thought with a roll of his eyes and a tug at a particularly unreasonable collect of berries. People were everywhere. Big, stinkin', lumbering, loud, why wouldn't these damned berries give?!

The gnome let go of the berries and huffed. He folded his arms, evaluated them for a beat, and then launched his attack. Grasping the small branch in both his hands, Gromp shook the branch to and fro. He levered it this way, he yanked it that way, all the while grunting and cursing up a storm.

Maybe it was the universe's way of playing a joke. As soon as Gromp felt the sweat break in his beard, the branch gave way-sending the bearded gnome and all the berries tumbling backward. Gromp let out a frustrated yelp as he fell. There he lay. A gnome, huffing and puffing in the matted grass, laying flat on his back, some berries still attached to the branch clenched in his fist.

Gromp stared up at the foliage above. Fine. He could lay here for a moment. Take a breather. What was he in a rush for?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Seeing the small man struggle with a berry bush kinda... took some wind out of her earlier caution. She winced a bit as he fell back and just laid there. This... would be the first time she's seen foliage win a battle. She crawled out from the bushes and stepped forward, only to feel a snag and fall onto her face. Ouch. She rubs her face whimpering something foreign under her breath. Looking back she saw what it was... her scarf had gotten snagged on a branch. What more, she started to notice her altered shape, along with a tail... a tail!? She rubbed her face again, an existential crisis would have to wait.

She tugged herself free and made her way by the wheeled construct, feeling the wheels and chassis. Perhaps while he is incapacitated she could take the wheeled—no, not only does she not know how it works, she would just more likely incite an unwanted conflict. She made her way over to the small man instead and crouched down beside him.

"Ayph any?" she utters meekly in a foreign tongue with her voice, at the least, seems familiar coming from her own throat. "Ham ath hy..? Hhhhh... hello?"

The last word that escaped her throat came unexpectedly. What was that utterance?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Out of the corner of his ear, there was a slight kerskuffle in the bush. Gromp let out a slight grunt. Screw the bushes. Surely there was an easier way to get the damned berries. Harvesting them by hand was a personal touch, a luxury.

Expensive.

He rolled the idea of manufactured dyes applied to his hand crafted leathers in his head, noting the pros and the cons and constructing various realities in all directions. He could turn the dye pit into a hot tub, he mused upon, and smiled. He was busy calculating all of the time he could reallocate to anything at all, when someone said "Hello?" far too close for comfort.

Gromp snapped opened his eyes to something peering down onto him. A lurch later and a milisecond backward, the gnome was back to his full height and on his feet. He pawed at his red hat with one hand, quick-drawing a FUNGONA G9 with the other. This one was custom, his own piece. Made of imported silver from some far, far away planet.

"THE FNUCK!?" Flabbergasted, he aimed his pistol but didn't ready it for fire. He took in the raccoon...thing...before him, and figured it didn't seem the most dangerous. It was weird as hell, but it wore a scarf. A scarf meant it either had sentiment, or it understood how to reason around the cold. The thing had a brain.

"Inappropriate!" Gromp scoffed and shifted from foot to foot. He harrumphed. His pistol hand relaxed. He glanced back to his bike, noting that it was still there.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

She flinched as he yelled something and pointed his weapon on her, and she found herself looking down its barrel. She had no idea what it did, just that she was on the bad end of it. It took a moment for her body to connect to her brain and she fell back, wide-eyed. Pathetic, Expecting mercy from a stranger when her own didn't have any.

But then nothing.

Despite clear frustration the little man relents, chastising her lack of tact. After gathering herself she stood back up. She observed him, his attention shifting from her to his construct. As tensions dropped she began to gather the berries scattered about.

"U-um?" she utters, holding them out in cupped hands.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ah, shit, Gromp holstered his gun with a sideways mouth and a hard look at the raccoon-looking creature before him. They were about the same size, which wasn't too unusual. Gromp knew his kind was considered small to apparently most every other sapient thing out there.

"Thank," the gnome took a waddle forward and held open a satchel attached to his hip, "Throw 'em in, eh?"

Gromp tried to smile at the berry-helper. It didn't come across as much more than a grimace. It was the thought that counted, right?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gromp Fungona Character Portrait: Diana Eszes Character Portrait: Basalah Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

She watched intentively as he holstered his weapon, a relief certainly, but also taking note of how he handled it. She had no idea what it did, but now she had a good idea how it would be used... not that she looked forward to it.

He seemed to trust her at this point, enough to waddle up to her. He certainly seemed lacking in mobility, maybe why he needed that wheeled construct? He reminded her of an elder, and as they say about elders, she wasn't about to disrespect. She did wonder why he would want these suspect berries, but reached out and carefully poured them into the satchel.

"W-welcome," she stuttered, gripping at her scarf. She wasn't sure if showing too much intellect was safe.