((OOC: Rastaban is a life mage and energy vampire. He has a detailed character description on his journal here))
I. Visitor Center
A.)
[A small squirrel with branch-like horns and living plants down his back wandered throughout the visitor center, looking for something. This wasn’t where he was before and the flowers on his back started to wilt with his growing anxiety. If someone approached him, he stood taller and chittered threateningly. Back off! He’s not a poor helpless creature that needs help. He’s fearsome!]
B.)
[Once the squirrel felt relatively safe, he fell asleep. A golden glow wrapped around the squirrel and rose vines grew out of the glow. The squirrel slowly faded into the branching plant of light which grew bigger and wove into the shape of a human. The glow vanished as a sleeping young man materialized from the light. Rastaban stirred and sat up with a with a grumpy grumble.]
Where are we?
[His memory was always bit fuzzy after he transformed but everything came back to him when he met the eyes of a stranger instead of his friends. His pale green eyes flashed with the same golden light as he glared accusingly at the unfamiliar person in front of him.]
Where are my friends?
[He discreetly reached for the dagger he always kept hidden at his side. He shouldn’t use his magic so soon after he transformed.]
((OOC:If you want to play with Rastaban as squirrel first and choose option A just let me know when you want him to turn back.))
II. Of Monster and Men (cw: potential for energy vampirism with players permission)
[This was the second time Rastaban had been stuck in an unfamiliar place, with no idea how to get back to where he was. Other than the immediate worry that his friends weren’t here with him, the fact that someone with his face lived here bothered him the most. What’s more, this version of him wasn’t born frail like he was, which he was incredibly bitter about.
It was eerie how similar they were. Their situations were completely different and yet the other Rastaban also chose to create a twin sister persona, although his Rasta was considerably different than the one he created. This Rasta wasn’t a polite shield. She was annoyingly popular and did whatever she wanted without caring about the consequences. No one seemed surprised when she wanted to explore the woods, despite the rumors about the Goatman. Rasta was glad at first, until her so-called friend decided to tag along. She tried to talk them out of it but they refused to listen so she reluctantly resigned herself to protecting them and went along with it.
Unfortunately hiking in the woods wasn’t easy with her frail body. She thought she had lost her companion several times now, but they showed up as soon as she noticed them missing, usually with an annoying comment about how Rasta was just pretending to be tired because she was scared.
Her eyes faintly flashed gold from behind her long black hair as she cursed her healthy lookalike while she rested against a tree to catch her breath. Was it too late to drain her “friend” of some life energy instead of trying to hunt down a monster that might not even exist? Her eyes narrowed when her friend suddenly grew quiet.]
Seriously? Again?
[She muttered under her breath before hiding her frustration behind her usual polite tone.]
Come on. Please stop playing around!
[The odd metallic scent and faint hint of magic in the air nagged at her. Her eyes glowed brighter as she quickly stepped away from the tree she was leaning against and tucked her long hair behind her ear, her exhaustion temporarily forgotten as she searched for her companion.]
Jessica?
III. Toil and Trouble
[Rastaban was curious about the magic here. Back home only the mages could use true magic without relying on crystals. He ignored the other visitors and sat down against one of the trees with his new book. It was fascinating. The way magic here used components reminded him of how he used different plants as an herbalist. He was rudely interrupted by the witch nagging him to find a partner.
His eyes faintly flashed gold with a tried glare.]
I don’t need a partner.
[To prove his point he held out his hand and shaped his energy magic into a sapling made of golden light. He channeled some of his life energy into his magic and the sapling started to grow. Instead of the giant majestic tree he was going for he only managed to make a small rose. The glow from his eyes faded with a look of confusion.]
That’s not right.
[The witch merely cackled. You have potential, but I’m not convinced. Without another word she grabbed his arm and shoved him towards another visitor.]
Hey!
[Rastaban didn’t have the energy to fight her after using his magic and he stumbled into his new partner.]
IV. A Day in the Life
Rastaban
[Rastaban hated how he was instinctively drawn to his home and job. He didn’t want anything from his other self who never had to struggle with his health like he had. Still as frustrating as it was, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew nothing about this place. The locals were friendly for now so he should quietly figure out everything he could before they were given a reason to turn against him. Also, he supposed he did need money. As a former noble he had never had a job before. Being an herbalist was more like a hobby that he just happened to be able to profit from.
Being a librarian wasn’t too bad and he was surprisingly good at it. It allowed him to easily slack off and he chose a quiet corner of the library to read in peace. He didn’t even look up from his book on plants when someone asked him where to find something.]
You have eyes. Look for it yourself.
Rasta
[There was an annoying complication with having a secret life as a twin sister. Apparently, she needed a job as well. At least his lookalike seemed to think so. Rasta worked as a barista at the local coffee shop but there was a slight problem with that. She didn’t know anything about coffee. She had always preferred tea herself and unlike his job at the library, her job didn’t come naturally to her. She swallowed her pride and apologized for messing up a customer’s order for what felt like the hundred time today.
There was one thing she didn’t fail at. She was very good at latte art. It was also surprisingly fun and she showed a ghost of a smile as she finished another rose.]
V. Wildcard
[Surprise me with your own starter if you feel like something different! Just let me know if you want Rastaban or Rasta in the subject line. You can plot with me on plurk Nicholaj, Discord@25thNicholaj, or PM, whichever is easiest for you.]
Rastaban Aesen | OC
I. Visitor Center
A.)
[A small squirrel with branch-like horns and living plants down his back wandered throughout the visitor center, looking for something. This wasn’t where he was before and the flowers on his back started to wilt with his growing anxiety. If someone approached him, he stood taller and chittered threateningly. Back off! He’s not a poor helpless creature that needs help. He’s fearsome!]
B.)
[Once the squirrel felt relatively safe, he fell asleep. A golden glow wrapped around the squirrel and rose vines grew out of the glow. The squirrel slowly faded into the branching plant of light which grew bigger and wove into the shape of a human. The glow vanished as a sleeping young man materialized from the light.
Rastaban stirred and sat up with a with a grumpy grumble.]
Where are we?
[His memory was always bit fuzzy after he transformed but everything came back to him when he met the eyes of a stranger instead of his friends. His pale green eyes flashed with the same golden light as he glared accusingly at the unfamiliar person in front of him.]
Where are my friends?
[He discreetly reached for the dagger he always kept hidden at his side. He shouldn’t use his magic so soon after he transformed.]
((OOC:If you want to play with Rastaban as squirrel first and choose option A just let me know when you want him to turn back.))
II. Of Monster and Men (cw: potential for energy vampirism with players permission)
[This was the second time Rastaban had been stuck in an unfamiliar place, with no idea how to get back to where he was. Other than the immediate worry that his friends weren’t here with him, the fact that someone with his face lived here bothered him the most. What’s more, this version of him wasn’t born frail like he was, which he was incredibly bitter about.
It was eerie how similar they were. Their situations were completely different and yet the other Rastaban also chose to create a twin sister persona, although his Rasta was considerably different than the one he created. This Rasta wasn’t a polite shield. She was annoyingly popular and did whatever she wanted without caring about the consequences. No one seemed surprised when she wanted to explore the woods, despite the rumors about the Goatman. Rasta was glad at first, until her so-called friend decided to tag along. She tried to talk them out of it but they refused to listen so she reluctantly resigned herself to protecting them and went along with it.
Unfortunately hiking in the woods wasn’t easy with her frail body. She thought she had lost her companion several times now, but they showed up as soon as she noticed them missing, usually with an annoying comment about how Rasta was just pretending to be tired because she was scared.
Her eyes faintly flashed gold from behind her long black hair as she cursed her healthy lookalike while she rested against a tree to catch her breath. Was it too late to drain her “friend” of some life energy instead of trying to hunt down a monster that might not even exist? Her eyes narrowed when her friend suddenly grew quiet.]
Seriously? Again?
[She muttered under her breath before hiding her frustration behind her usual polite tone.]
Come on. Please stop playing around!
[The odd metallic scent and faint hint of magic in the air nagged at her. Her eyes glowed brighter as she quickly stepped away from the tree she was leaning against and tucked her long hair behind her ear, her exhaustion temporarily forgotten as she searched for her companion.]
Jessica?
III. Toil and Trouble
[Rastaban was curious about the magic here. Back home only the mages could use true magic without relying on crystals. He ignored the other visitors and sat down against one of the trees with his new book. It was fascinating. The way magic here used components reminded him of how he used different plants as an herbalist. He was rudely interrupted by the witch nagging him to find a partner.
His eyes faintly flashed gold with a tried glare.]
I don’t need a partner.
[To prove his point he held out his hand and shaped his energy magic into a sapling made of golden light. He channeled some of his life energy into his magic and the sapling started to grow. Instead of the giant majestic tree he was going for he only managed to make a small rose. The glow from his eyes faded with a look of confusion.]
That’s not right.
[The witch merely cackled. You have potential, but I’m not convinced. Without another word she grabbed his arm and shoved him towards another visitor.]
Hey!
[Rastaban didn’t have the energy to fight her after using his magic and he stumbled into his new partner.]
IV. A Day in the Life
Rastaban
[Rastaban hated how he was instinctively drawn to his home and job. He didn’t want anything from his other self who never had to struggle with his health like he had. Still as frustrating as it was, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew nothing about this place. The locals were friendly for now so he should quietly figure out everything he could before they were given a reason to turn against him. Also, he supposed he did need money. As a former noble he had never had a job before. Being an herbalist was more like a hobby that he just happened to be able to profit from.
Being a librarian wasn’t too bad and he was surprisingly good at it. It allowed him to easily slack off and he chose a quiet corner of the library to read in peace. He didn’t even look up from his book on plants when someone asked him where to find something.]
You have eyes. Look for it yourself.
Rasta
[There was an annoying complication with having a secret life as a twin sister. Apparently, she needed a job as well. At least his lookalike seemed to think so. Rasta worked as a barista at the local coffee shop but there was a slight problem with that. She didn’t know anything about coffee. She had always preferred tea herself and unlike his job at the library, her job didn’t come naturally to her. She swallowed her pride and apologized for messing up a customer’s order for what felt like the hundred time today.
There was one thing she didn’t fail at. She was very good at latte art. It was also surprisingly fun and she showed a ghost of a smile as she finished another rose.]
V. Wildcard
[Surprise me with your own starter if you feel like something different! Just let me know if you want Rastaban or Rasta in the subject line. You can plot with me on plurk