I know this isn't allowed, really, but this isn't original stories. Well, if I make a post it is, but this is meant as a place where character backstories can be placed, as well as some general stuff you make up to go along with the world of Terra. I'm working on something now, so watch this topic. Things less than fifty words, of course, do not count and will be erased. I won't count the words, but if it's really short, then it will be removed to save space.

Good writing, RPers!

With all due respect, I say you've got a right to ignore the "rules" about something as trivial as writing stories when it's *your* forum. So, write on. :D And if not, you could always make an account and other players could either send their stuff to you for posting or you could share a joint account. But this seems fine.

Think I should do some backstory on Soo and Lo'osh?

--dreamshell--

Based on the Terra RPG by me. Starts out in first person, then goes to third, but some areas will be first-person, usually the beginning of a section.

The first meeting of the character I play, Arclis, and his former partner, Larx. For those who don’t know, look at some of my posts in the RP. This will be edited and corrected as things are found, so this isn’t the final version by any means.

A year after the arrival of the Falkser…

Sometimes, the world likes to play tricks on us, testing how we react when things go horribly wrong. When life throws you a curveball, most swing and miss, but I have always believed that you should at least try and hit the ball, not just let it go by. But when life tries to set off your balance, throwing a fastball instead of that dangerous curve, that is when things get really ugly. You expect something bad to happen, and you prepare for it, but then the best things in life come to you, and all you can do is just stare in awe.

That’s how things were for me about a year ago, back before I became the owner of some tiny bar in the capital city of Terra, before I ever learned how to kill a man with my bare paws, before I could outfly the best among them…before all those traits were passed to me from my partner.

Yeas, it’s true; I wasn’t always the best at everything. As it turns out, most of my physical traits were passed to me from Arclis the Akvah, and those have stayed with me. Strength, agility, mind-boggling intelligence, all were a side-effect of being bonded to an Akvah for so long. At least something went right during that time, but if there is one thing I would want to forget, it would be out first meeting…

I was in a bar, the one I own today, in fact. I was just sitting there, minding my own business…well, alright, I got kicked out afterwards, but I was at the time. So, there, in a crummy bar…which it was at the time, enjoying the fact that I was unemployed without a care in the world. Well, other than the sizable price on my head, but that’s another story…

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“You still conscious?” The fat human at the bar asked, eyeing Larx strangely. Larx picked a crumb from the black fur of his chest, sighing.

“Feleans aren’t affected by Velar.”

“You’ve had six glasses of that stuff…that is enough to kill most people, and you’re still standing…err, sitting.”

“Just get me some more…” Larx said harshly. He was running up quite a tab, but it didn’t matter; if he was killed by an angry employee, at least no one would get paid for it.

“I’ll have to get another cask; you drank the last of what I had.” The human turned and went into a back room, and Larx shook his head to keep himself awake. Turning to the clock on the wall, he sighed. Four in the morning. He suspected the human was really an android, since he had shown no signs of fatigue, but it didn’t really matter. Though, obese androids are an oddity…

The man returned, carrying a glass of a grey liquid, what was known as Velar, a very potent drink made from a sort of aircraft fuel. Very potent, but for some reason, Feleans were able to drink it without harm, almost as if it were water. “Too heavy to lift the whole thing alone. The stuff came out slow…like its congealed or something, but I don’t know. It’s Velar, that’s for sure; at least it’s what the scanner said.”

“I hope this stuff eventually kills me…”

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Now that I think back…I know that statement shouldn’t have been said. As it turns out, that would be the death of me…

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Larx grimaced; the grey liquid was thick, but it tasted alright, though a little metallic. If it killed him, all the better, but it was still not nearly as enjoyable as he had thought it would be. As he finished the glass he was tapped on the shoulder. Larx brushed the stranger away.

“Hey, could I see you for a second?” Larx turned around and cringed as a bright light flared up, and when it died he saw a being in blood-red battle armor, as if it were stained with the blood of its victims.

The Crimson-Clad, Terra’s law-enforcement. And, for some reason, bounty hunters. Larx was grabbed by the shoulder and hauled to his feet. The man at the bar looked surprised and angry for a moment, then saw the red armor and swallowed.

“Erm…don’t worry about the tab…free of charge.” He turned around and started talking to another man instantly. When the Bloods came looking for someone, everyone knew what would happen. Either A, the being was put in prison for life, or B, they were killed outright. That was the only reason why a single Blood would hunt down a single person in a crummy little bar.

“You aren’t going to do this! What did I do?!” Larx yelled.

“Larx, you are charged with the murder of C.H. Thompson. You were deemed to be guilty. You are to be erased.” It was a robot, not an actually living being, judging by the way it spoke, and how unbelievably strong it was. No one moved, no one watched. This was just another unfair execution by the corrupt leaders of Terra, ones who wanted to get a fly off their table the easy way.

“You aren’t going to do this; this isn’t right!”

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I have to admit…I was very stupid back then, and I did some stupid things. This was one of them…

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Larx did the unthinkable, taking a swing at the armored robot’s helmet. His knuckles crunched and broke, and the robot didn’t budge a nanometer. The pain was unbearable, but the attack made the robot hesitate and loosen its grip; it didn’t have the programming to deal with an attack from an unarmed Felean.

Larx took off running out the door, taking a quick right and down an alley. This was something the robot was programmed to do, and within two seconds it was after him, servo motors whirring and feet clicking on concrete. Larx couldn’t outrun an android, there was no contest, but he was desperate, and he needed to try. He wouldn’t die for some corrupt version of justice.

Larx tripped but continued running, landing on all fours. The robot didn’t slow, and was gaining on the black Felean at an alarming pace, and Larx suddenly knew he would die. There was no way to escape. His paws pounded on slimy concrete, and he looked back to see the robot was only a few feet behind. Looking forward, Larx put his paws forward to stop as a brick wall loomed before him, but the slime on the ground kept him from slowing. He closed his eyes to await his death by being crushed between a wall and a half-ton robot.

There was a loud crash, and a cry of help, then nothing, and Larx opened his eyes. He was in an abandoned building, sitting on his haunches, the brick wall behind him. He stared at it in confusion, putting his paw against it. It was quite solid, but apparently he had passed through it, and the robot had not.

~~Anything wrong?~~ Larx yelped, jumping five feet in the air and landing on his side, looking around in horror.

“Don’t shoot, I’m unarmed!” He whined, putting his hands up.

~~Shoot you with what?! I’m unarmed too, as you could see.~~ The metallic voice said from all directions.

~~Oh, you can’t see. Your fur is already black, so it wouldn’t show up on you.~~

“What…where are you? What are you?!”

~~Oh, you haven’t met me, at least not in person. You might know me as…that glass of Velar that you drank about two minutes prior to your escape.~~

“Wait…what?!” Larx stood, putting a hand on his stomach. “Wait a second, you mean I drank you?”

~~You catch on pretty quick, that’s surprising.~~ The voice mocked, echoing in his ears like it would in a metal room. ~~You see, that wasn’t Velar you drank…it was a living being. Well, semi-living, as a living organism must have DNA to be a living thing, and I have none.~~

“What…I’m confused…” Larx put his head in his hands, trying to think.

~~If you weren’t, I would be frightened of you. Well, technically, I wouldn’t be, but it would be disconcerting knowing that you understand the concept with no prior knowledge of this subject.~~

“Stop talking like a computer and explain it in plain Common, then!”

~~No need to shout, I can hear you just fine.~~ The voice put in. ~~I’ll try my best…I am a parasite, of sorts, or a symbiote if you prefer. When I touch a potential host and will myself to become a part of it, I meld with your very DNA and become part of your body. This happens also when my true form is ingested. Your stomach acids were what woke me up…tingly. Anyway, you have ingested an Akvah, a kind of shapeshifter if you will, and therefore you have attained some of my characteristics through the part of me in your DNA.~~

“Um…”

~~To continue, I am Arclis Slithiani, second spawn of the Omnid Rift in the Polaris sector. You are…~~

“I’m…Larx…”

~~Well, very pleased to meet you, Larx, very pleased indeed, however, I wish it were in a better place and we had before becoming one being and all-~~

“Could you get out?”

~~Pardon?~~

“Get out of me…now…”

~~Oh…good idea.~~ Larx grimaced as a sort of black liquid, like thin tar, slid off his fur, forming a puddle on the ground before him. This turned the color of lead, and then the puddle rose to from a figure in front of him. With a shimmer of light, Larx suddenly found him staring at…himself. “How’s that?”

“AHHH!!!” He screamed, jumping backwards and pressing against the wall.

“Sorry!” His mirror image said, and with another shimmer of liquid metal there was a white-furred version of himself before Larx. “Is this preferable?”

“…don’t…do…that…”

“What? Shift forms? I must admit, I expected as such from you when you saw your mirror image.” Arclis said.

“I…I have to go…thanks for helping me through the wall, but I have to get going.” Larx scooted to the side and made for the door, but decided to at least tell the Akvah goodbye. Turning around, Larx saw that the copy of himself had vanished without a trace, and Larx shrugged and opened the door. The crowded street met his eyes, and he quickly moved into the crowd and tried to keep out of sight of anything even close to red.

~~You thought you would just leave me?~~

“What the?!” Larx yelped and looked around, then at his hands.

~~I understand, but you do not. You need me, that much is clear, and I, unfortunately, need you. Shall we call this a sort of truce?~~

“Get off me…” Larx hissed, several people giving him strange looks.

~~Or should we be partners? Maybe I could find a way to repay you for getting me out of that cask that I’ve been stuck in for a week?~~

“You better get off me or-“

~~Or what, you’ll punch yourself? I’d like to see you do that. You need some help, and I’m the silicone-based being to provide it. As payment for you getting me out of there, you know…I don’t really do charity.~~ Larx growled and continued walking, pushing past others heading in the opposite direction.

“If I find a way to get you off, I’ll make sure to burn you when you are…”

~~I agree, this is the start of a beautiful friendship…~~