Masked Furry

[kathryn]

Sorry about the name. For all of you who came in thinking that I simply misspelled a word, you are mistaken. For those of you would think that I didn't misspell anything and think that this is going to be some Furry larp, you too are mistaken.

This larp is a silly fantasy world full of cotton candy and rainbows, where mafia kittens rule the underground and whales fly in the sky. And even where a team of do-gooders can fight battles in different far off countries, saving the world one misadventure at a time.

This is the world of... MASKED FURRY!

Okay, so rules... I'm basically leaving the details of the world up to you, the reader. This is isn't "anything goes" though. This is a silly larp, but don't be so silly that it ruins the story, alright?

Anyways, rules:


Obey the rules of the board
Be silly and have fun
And all of your characters are animals, not furries, not lyncanthropes. ANIMALS. No humanoids allowed, unless it is other members of the primate group.
Here's the character skeleton:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Class:

Appearance:

Abilities: (Such as if you want your character to be magical)

Items:

Bio: (which is personality and history)

Other: (optional. In case you want to add something that isn't listed above, such as the country they come from, or a description of their job.)

For the sake of keeping things real, for age, lets assume that all these animals have the lifespan of a human, as well as the maturing growth time.

Alright, in the sense that this is anything goes, YES, you can have a fox that stands upright and wears clothes and speaks in a stuffy british accent. For that matter, you could be an abnormally large slug. If you feel creative, you can even create your own species, but please put the description in either another slot called "species description" or in other.

You can be a mad scientist who is in fact a cockroach. You can be anything, but if you make a species or a class that is not known by the general population, you must either put it under a "description" slot, or in "other".

... For another matter, if you're using an animal that isn't as well known, please put a link or a description in the character skeleton.

Okay? Got it? Good.

Now let's see who'll join this thing.
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I'm just going to put in my main character and another side character to start things off. If anyone else wants to join, then you can just hop right into the story I'm going to introduce.

Name: Reginald (Reggie) Hitaktsu
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Chinchilla (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinchilla)
Class: Ninja

Appearance: A small reddish grey chinchilla with dark tips on the ears and tail. Has beady black eyes and wears a black mask and a black headband, as well as small gloves and arm and leg guards. Is about the size of a mouse... which is small.

Abilities: has ninja abilities.

Items: a small katana, caltrops, and throwing stars.

Bio: For being such a serious little mouse type thing, he's so cute! Is calm, collected, and serious 100%, but... he's so cute!!! He has a nasty ability to attract women who are attracted to his cute features. Is currently traveling around with a group of friends, doing some adventuring.

Other: Has a peanut fetish

Name: George
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Sky Shark
Class: ???

Appearance: Looks like a shark... with armor... his gills are more like those weird little flaps on airplanes... is bright gray-blue with a white design, looks almost like a shark wearing armor. He's quite large, capable of having quite a few people on him, and even has a large sitting area-like saddle on him for passengers.

Abilities: He is a shark. That can fly.

Items: armor, saddle.

Bio: He's actually quiet and peaceful for looking so intimidating. He used to just go around as a delivery boy when he was young, but ran away from home when he made friends who wanted to become adventurers.

Other: Sky sharks are sexier than land sharks and way more cool than water sharks. They live in the clouds and eat the cloud butterflies. Since they are sharks, they are constantly in the air, almost never stopping except for when they sleep. Unlike other sharks, they actually can breathe air and water, and sometimes take a dip in the ocean.

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Today, our heroes are retreating from a failed mission, flying fast over the ocean on their big airshark, George. Reggie leans against a large fin and sighs, his clawed hand still clutching at the wound at his side.

"R-reggie, are you alright?" the shark says softly. The small mouse makes a serious face and squeaks a small "Yes... This is only a fleshwound."

"But you took on that land octopus all by yourself..."

The land octopus... a large pink monster who weilded ten swords and slashed at Reggie. But it was no match for the small ninja, who quickly dodged the waving blades and struck a blow to the octo's eye. If only the bunny rabbit didn't steal his lucky charms, he would have won... The mouse fumes in silent fury over that little fact.

[Alleycat]

Name: Firestorm or "Fira" (feera)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Species: Sphynx Cat (http://lh4.ggpht.com/mjbmeister/SEw4cyPErRI/AAAAAAAAHlo/4fjSrLuJKm8/s400/sphynx-cat-1.jpg)
Class: Demolitionist

Appearance: Very pale red, almost pink. Black feet tail tip, ear tips, and muzzle. Her ears (http://lh4.ggpht.com/mjbmeister/R9LZyt0jnnI/AAAAAAAACg4/kgSypN_HsQM/s400/elf-header-1.jpg) are strangely shape and her whiskers particularly long which allowed her to pick up certain frequencies very well. Wears big yellow goggles, a camp vest with tons of pockets that has been transformed into an old fashioned pilot's coat, and from her hips to her knees her back legs are wrapped in white banndages.

Abilities: Her ears and whiskers, if adjusted to a certain postition, act like antenna, and she can actually broadcast sounds and is thus a walking radio. Also she's good at blowing stuff up.

Items: a seemingly endless supply of explosives, two very nice stylized lighters, a swiss army knife, and burn salve.

Bio: Ah, the majestic sphynx cat, a reject in it's own species. I mean look at it, really. Its got no fur and its ears are like satelites, and look at those eyes! THey're like dishplates! I mean-ehem. See it's majestic form leap through the blazing battle field, flying like some kind of bizarre bat creature -dun na na na na BATMAN! BATMAN!- (at this point the narrator was fired. Save to say Fira is a fur-nekkid cat who enjoys blowing stuff up and aventuring with friends, some of which she occasionaly attempts to eat. She is as loyal as a cat can be, take that statement as you will, very playful and full of energy. It's all about having fun.)

Other: Has an obsession with citrus fruits. Eats them, draws them, and occasionaly worships them. She believes she needs to get on the fruit gods 'good side' to prevent scurvy for when she becomes a pirate in her later years.

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Fira lounged back against George's dorsal fin, looking through her pockets to check how many explosives were there. She counted in a sing-song voice, tapping her foot along. At Reggie's words she looked over her shoulder, grinning at him.

"That's it Reggie, chin up! No chinchilla with your training would die from such a tiny splinter as that" she laughed. "And of course, I could always put you out of your misery, if the need be." she added with a casual flick of her paw.

[Sanctus Espiritus]

Name: “Pom”
Gender: Female.
Age: 13 years.
Species: Persian kitten.
Class: Some sort of paramedic. Earned the nickname “CPR Cat.”

Appearance: Pom is a runt kitten, and appears to be more of a puffball than a cat. Her eyes are a watery blue, thick fur a tapestry of various shades of brown and black. She wears a white collar with a red cross charm on it, and a bell.

Abilities: The ability to make even the tamest situations chaotic. This ability isn’t magical, however.

Items: A first aid kit and a small book filled with various paw prints.

Bio: Pom is probably one of the worst paramedic kittens, and also one of the best. She freaks out at the sight of the smallest wound and makes a huge rukus, but is very compassionate and horribly adorable. Her panicked nature and fluffy looks make her too cute (or pathetic) to ever hurt on purpose, which keeps her safe from most evils. Tends to be very clingy and easy to move to tears.

Her mother left her at birth, believing that she would die from the general runt weakness, but alley rats took pity on her tiny furball self and helped raise her. Since she was small and seen as sickly, Pom learned her trade from apprenticeship with one of the doctor rats. It finally came into use when she found Reggie wandering the streets with a small cut on his forehead, and she hasn’t let him escape her since then, fearing his death.

Other: Pom’s catchphrase is, “OH MY GOD, I’M A PARAMEDIC!” It is impossible to shake her once she’s intent on staying around, as Reggie quickly learned.

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Pom had been dozing next to Reggie, tired from overdoing her freakout card earlier, until the scent of blood reached her sensitive nose. Her whiskers twitched, followed by her ears, then her back legs. Blinking slowly, she sat up, blue eyes bleary from sleep before coming to rest upon Reggie's wound. "Oh!" She stiffened her posture, ears perked as the situation hit her.

Reggie, Reggie the wonderful ninja, was bleeding.

"OH my god, you're BLEEDING, Reggie!" Wildly turning her head, she pounced on her first aid kit and rushed around, dropping the large box and having to go back for it several times before finally reaching the wounded ninja. "YOU MIGHT DIE!" Even if she had heard Fira's comment, it wouldn't change her explosive reaction. There was no convincing the young runt.

Squealing in despair about how she had to save his life (and that she was a paramedic), her paws flung supplies from the box until coming upon bandages. "Don't DIE, Reggie, HOLD ON!!" Flinging herself at him, she wrapped up his wound...then the rest of his arm...and torso...

Needless to say, she was going overboard.

[kathryn]

Reggie, partially used to the small cat's panic attacks, and still surprised (Because he thought that she was sleeping) pulled off the excess bandages and ran up the dorsal fin until he sat on the tip, out of reach from the small kitten. "Calm down, you silly cat! It's just a scratch," he chittered at her.

"And as for you, Fira, thanks for the offer, but I like my fur the way it is, without any burn marks."

[Sanctus Espiritus]

"Don't exert yourself!" Pom looked startled to see Reggie escape her for the moment, taking off the bandages that had nothing to do with his wound. Her eyes began to tear up out of worry as she hugged the thick roll of bandages. "B-but you're small, so all your blood might come OUT through that scratch!"

She noticed most of her supplies scattered across George's back, and her panic was averted from Reggie for the moment as she scattered around to put everything away, bell jingling to the equivalent of her own ambulance siren. Mewing in distress, Pom attempted to shove everything back in her kit, bouncing around as she noticed things she missed.

[kathryn]

Reggie sighed and inspected the bandage at his side. It was nice and tight, and he suspected it to heal fast.

George chuckled softly, but even that made the large saddle shake and quake. Reggie shot a look, hanging on with his little claws. "George! Stop laughing, you're making the boat rock!"

[Piscean Mora]

Name: Rio the Dashing Marksman

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Species: Timber Wolf

Class: Gunaholic

Appearance: A wolf on two legs, he stands at a medium height of 5'11, weighing in at about a hundred and sixty pounds. Rio is a very outgoing and crazy individual. This is reflected in his taste in clothing and his physical appearance. He has very green eyes, a wicked grin, and constantly perked ears. His fur is a silvery gray with streaks of white, and he has a slim build.

Abilities: Besides having the speed and endurance of a wolf, Rio has an uncanny ability to shoot whatever he wants to hit. This is honed by years and years of almost constant gunplay, and he is an expert in marksmanship. He's fairly decent at brawling as well. Basically anything filled with adrenaline and testosterone is his element. He also has the instincts and senses of a natural hunter.

Items: He always carries at the very least ten guns on his person, mostly handguns of different varieties, and occasionally a rifle or a shotgun. Lately he's taken to using a sniper rifle which he keeps slung to his back. He also carries around food with him and is a bit of an alcoholic, as he never goes anywhere without his hip flask of rum and coke. His method of transportation is a sports bike which has been modified for more heavy duty usage. On either side of the bike near the foot pedals are holsters which carry sawed off shotguns, and higher up near the handlebars are two .44 Magnums. The bike's name? Harley.

Bio: He keeps a lot of personal issues to himself, preferring to display a baffling front as a party goer or a lunatic, depending how you would judge him. He gets contracts to clean up sometimes, and not trash, or at least not the inanimate kind. He's good at what he does and he's a good friend to have, but he's always looking out for number one.

Other: Rio tends to quote some of his favorite movies or games as he's going along, and he has a keen sense of when to do it.

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Today he was riding along a coastal highway. The surf smelled good to his lupine senses, the roar of the bike not quite blotting out the sound of waves crashing on sand. The wind was nice, even if it ruffled his fur back and made his eyes sting slightly at the edges.

It was just him on that stretch of road. Carelessly, he looks out over the cliffs, looking out to the ocean. A grin slides easily over his face. Oh it must be fate playing with him again! Off in the distance, farther than most eyes would be able to see, the sky shark George and the party of three aboard, including the chinchilla ninja Reginald.

Coincidence, that they would have finished their assignments at the same time? He wasn't quite able to make out the state of them, though they were moving around quite actively. That would probably be Pom, a total headcase. He chuckled, and it was lost in the wind.

[Alleycat]

Fira snickered watching Pom's antics. The little thing was a complete ditz, but Reggie seemed to be feeling better already. Fira adjusted her seated position and dug in one of her pockets, removing an orange. She gazed intently at its waxy flesh, sniffing at it and sighing at the pleasent aroma. Extending a claw she set it on the top of the orange.

"Great and powerful fruit gods, I partake of your juicy juice nectar and ask your blessings on my journey!" she announced her prayer extravagently, throwing her paws in the air above her.

The orange popped from her grasp and with a gasp she leapt to snatch it before it fell over George's side. "Thank goodness" she sighed, using her claw to peel away the outside. She carved little shapes out of the peel, some of which she pocketed, most of which she tossed carelessly over her shoulder. As Fira indulged in the juicy orange the peels fluttered through the air behind her, a couple rainbow butterlies fluttering down to nibble on them before they fell to the see below. Others took a different course, surging toward the nearby highway on the wind, following a certain bike.

[kathryn]

Reggie sighed and looked around himself. He saw in the distance a familiar figure on a bike. "George, take us closer to the highway," he said down at the giant shark. "I think I spot someone we know."

George looked around before spotting Rio. Happy at the familiar figure, he sped off, shouting "RIIIOOOOOO!" happily. They flew up until they were almost beside the timber wolf. "What're you doing here? I thought you were still at Hamsterburg!"

[Piscean Mora]

"I was, what's left of it anyway." He flashed a devilish grin. "Those little guys do get so stirred up. I even had to bring in some of the "heavy" hardware. Stuff I don't usually carry, but it makes such pretty colors!"

He was pretty glad to see George and Reggie. Pom could be pretty annoying sometimes but she was nice to be around anyway, and Fira was a sight for sore eyes.

Revving his bike, he steps on the gas. "So how did your mission go Reggie?" he roars over the wind.

[kathryn]

George flew in after Rio, keeping pace with him. The chinchilla yelled back, "No good! The kittens had a samurai land octopus bodyguard. Pom kinda... freaked out. We had to retreat after she got in the way too many times trying to stop me from being hurt by the 'big bad octopi'," he yelled back, rolling his eyes.

"So we're goin' back to the mainland to get another mission, maybe one that won't have the little furball cryin' all over me."

[Sanctus Espiritus]

Pom had managed to get her things together by the time they were speeding next to Rio, furry body pushing the kit shut with a tired mewl. Being a paramedic was hard work when your group was led by a ninja chinchilla and a bomb-carting feline. Both practically roared casualties in her book.

Sad eyes trained on Reggie's runt form, Pom's tail twitched. It had been her fault that they failed that mission, she realized that much, but at the time she was just so worried and panicked that all that mattered was the rodent's well-being. Any sane kitten would fear for the life of their ninja friend against eight legs wielding eight different swords! Eyes watering back up, she placed her chin on her paws and listened to the alphas talk (Reggie could be an alpha even as a chinchilla, in her opinion).

Getting to her paws, Pom bounded up to George's head, nestling down amongst his armor. This was the only downside to being off land; if you were upset, the best you could do is run to the other side of George's body. "I need superpowers, George," she muttered sadly, "because then I can keep everyone from bleeding to death, or spraining their heart, or breaking one too many hair follicles." Tail swishing, Pom didn't even realize she'd failed to greet Rio.

[Piscean Mora]

"That'll be a mission in itself." Rio called back boisterously.

"At least you'll have some new beauty marks," he playfully jabs. "I have to say, you needed them." Rio felt keenly every scar he had taken among numerous fights. There weren't many, but they were impressive.

[kathryn]

"Scars are not beauty marks, they are a shame to ninja," Reggie said with a huff, trying to stifle a smile.

George chuckles softly and says back to Pom, "You're more helpful than you think, Pom. Don't worry about that... but don't you think it's a little rude not to say hello to Rio?"

[Sanctus Espiritus]

"Rio?" Pom's furry little head tilted before she realized that she hadn't greeted the wolf. "Rio!" Bolting upright, she bounced over to George's side, almost falling off and into the water. Some well placed flailing spared her of the sea's embrace, so, chest heaving, she peered up at the motorbike maniac.

"I'msorryIdidn'tsayhibefore!" Her words had no breaths between them as she inhaled deeply, wriggling where she sat. "So hi, Rio!"

[Alleycat]

"Hey Rio, good to see ya man." Fira said, saluting him. She layed an arm around Pom's quivering form, patting the little pitten heavily on the top of her head. "I'm hoping we get a mission together nect, I miss riding on that, George flies so smooth it takes out some of the fun. 'Cept when he's chasing those stupid little butterflies, that's a riot!" Fira laughed.

[Piscean Mora]

Rio chuckled, his body shaking with laughter. "Indeed we will!" he said in response to Fira's statement. He howled in response to Pom's greeting, a long low sound that reverberated with Harley's loud engine.

"Scars are a teacher my friend. They teach you to look out for that sword while looking out for the sword coming in the opposite direction, and the third coming from below, and three more coming from up top!" He was just playing with Reggie, not really trying to bruise the chinchilla ninja's already wounded ego.