~Real Name: Erin
~Gender: Female
~Personality: Imagine a hyper goth nerd (Or hyerdoth, as she likes to call it XD) Likes some people, detests others. She's hyper when she's with her friends, but when stuck with people she doesn't like, she closes up and doesn't talk much, save for the occasional heartfelt insult. Likes "guy stuff" meaning video games and such, mostly hangs out with guys, and doesn't like being treated like she's retarded just because she's a girl (meaning guys opening the door for her, etc. -- her philosophy on this is "I have hands, don't I? Open the door for me when I have none.") Tends to be level-headed and sometimes overly-cautious, unwilling to take chances unless she's sure there's a good chance she can come out on top.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
~Name: Thalanaysion (Ta-lah-nay-shun; Tala for short... and yes I am more crazy than usual to come up with that one off the top of my head)
~Gender: Male
~Class: Archer
~Bodily Appearance: Average height and weight with a build that is more sinew than muscle and a healthy, natural tan. He has a short crop of messy, dirty-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His smile is pretty much the definission of dashing, with straight white teeth. He has a slightly aqueline nose and has pewter studs in the lobes of both ears, with a hoop in the caritiledge of the left. A small scar marks his right hand, a little nick right between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, from when he nicked himself training with his bow when he was little. On his back, right between his shoulder blades, is a black tattoo of a falcon with spread wings.
~Clothing Appearance: He wears tight dark brown (almost black but still quite distinguishable) hide: long pants and a shirt with sleeves that cut off at the shoulders and has a wide collar, going down his back to show the top portion of his tattoo. His boots are made of the same material and go up almost to his knees, the top portion folding over at the top (like Paine's from FFX-2 only a different color). Also wears underwear and socks ((again with the whole not being there thing XD))
~Weapon: A slender ebony longbow.
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
~Changed Personality: Not too much of a change here. More quiet than before and finds it difficult to open up to people, but is also more reckless and adventurous. Tends to use five-word sentances (or, you know, really short ones) unless he really has something to say.
~Other: *shoots other through its nonexistant heart*


~`~`Erin, Bored Teenager`~`~

It was all I could do not to conk out and drool all over my keyboard. Conversation over MSN had ground to a halt, Gaia was down, and none of my friends were on Rune Scape. My boyfriend wasn't even on. I was stuck staring at my animation on Windows Media Player, "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence blasting through the twin speakers on either side of the moniter as I abused the refresh button. As interesting as the moving colors and shapes on the player were, I craved neurological simulation.

I clicked refresh on all of the several browser windows I had open once again, and I decided to watch my usual haunt around Pokemasters, the RPG forum. No new posts in any of my RPGs, and I was too tired to write anything out at the moment. Then I noticed a new topic. The poster's name wasn't ringing any bells, so either someone had changed their name or this was a newbie. Usually newbies didn't make very good RPGs, but I liked to check out the fresh meat. Besides, most of the games I was in had died anyway. I was bored, and infamous for doing crazy things when bored. Things I sometimes regret.

At first it seemed pretty ho-hum and basic. But as I continued, it somehow seemed like it had the potential to be one of the greatest RPGs ever. As is my habit, I had already began formulating a character in my head, pretty much falling in love with their concept. This time I planned to play a male character, which wouldn't be a problem for me since I played plenty of both male and female characters. I copied and pasted the form, filling it out with renewed vigor, added in colors and such, and clicked submit.

"What... Grah!" The screen had frozen on the "thank you for submitting your post" screen, which was odd since my computer had been bought top-of-the-line not much more than a month ago and I had never had problems with it freezing. Something seemed off. I leaned in and squinted closer, on a whim, and saw that it actually read:

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?
Yes - No


Thinking it might have been a joke, or a fluke, or just a new feature of some kind, I clicked yes.

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.


The words burned red on a solid black screen. It was frozen again, and I was about to try refreshing the page when I heard something that sent a chill down my spine. Disembodied laughter that definitely wasn't coming from my speakers. In an attempt to locate the source, I tilted back in the folding chair I was stuck with till I could afford a better one and looked around my room. My TV was turned off, and my stereo was still packed from the move a few months back. I was the only one in the house besides the dog. So where was that coming from?

Then it seemed someone turned down the brightness in my room. It wasn't because my vision was blurry from lack of contacts, not like a cloud had passed over the sun outside, but like my vision was gradually growing dark. I stared back at my computer, but I could no longer see anything but that single red sentance. My music was coming thorugh fuzzy, then it lessened until I couldn't hear it at all. I had enough time to think, What the hell is going on here?! before it flickered off, and I lost consciousness.


=-->Thalanaysion, aka Tala - Very confused Archer<--=

The first thing I noticed when I came around was that I was definitely not lying on carpet. It felt like some kind of tile or stone. The second thing I noticed was that I wasn't wearing my watch, fishnet gloves, or mood ring, which I always wore unless I was sleeping of taking a shower, so I felt oddly naked. Then I realised that I was lying on my stomach and feeling pressure in the wrong places. For one thing, I could feel the cold surface of the floor beneath my chest, but it felt all wrong. It should have hurt, or at least been bothersome, but it didn't feel anything like that. And something else, something much more private, felt terribly, terribly wrong.

I sat bolt upright. I knew immediately what was wrong, having role-played it several times before. I frowned and looked myself over to make sure I wasn't just going crazy (well, crazier.) Tight dark leather clothes. Bow at my waist, quiver strapped across my shoulder and hanging at my back. A few locks of dirty-blonde hair were falling into my eyes. Just how I had envisioned my character for that new RPG. I groaned inwardly.

Great, so just when guys start to like me, I become one! I bit my lip, brow furrowed, and closed my eyes as I tried to think clearly and not rip my new hair out. Ok, I'm in the body of a guy several years older and in considerably better shape than me. Could be worse, right? Right!?! I opened my eyes and shifted to a cross-legged position. Usually I would have almost been in tears by now, but for some reason I wasn't. I sighed, but my little pity party was interrupted by a shreik.

Finally posessing the sense to look about myself, I turned my head to see a girl who looked completely freaked out, apparently the cause of the scream. I counted eight people besides myself, and we seemed to be in a round stone chamber of some sort. I spotted what looked like the entrance, some sort of midget humanoid with a huge hat on standing in front of it. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and then commenced to speak.

"Welcome. I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure." His voice was a complete throw-off, deep and powerful despite his diminutive figure. It took me a moment to recognize the name as the one who had created the new RPG.

"Wait, you're the guy that posted that topic!" Thank you, Mr. Obvious. The speaker appeared to be a mage or something, wearing a black cape lined with what looked like rabbit fur. I flinched; I have a soft spot for rabbits, guinea pigs, and such small animals, and the thought of tearing apart a bunny and using it to line a cape sickened me. In any case, the other people in the room seemed to be as shocked as I was, so I assumed they were all from Pokemasters. At least I'm stuck with people I know, I thought.

"A topic? Is that what you call them?" He looked over at the bunny-killer. "But yes, Ankha-Re, I did send the message to you all. When this portal spell was invented, I knew it had to be used to fulfill that prophecy." Message, portal spell, prophecy... Uh-huuuuh...... Why can't they ever just spell it out? I like things spelled out for me. That's why Ghost in the Shell makes my head hurt....

"B-but why us?" some archer chick whined. Why us, indeed?

"There was no choice in who was picked, Saria." His answer seemed hesitant. "All the details of the spell are still in that mage's head. Oh, and apologies for the evil laugh. The mage who created the spell has gone...insane, as you would say. A genius, but insane." Great, super-intelligent madman. That can't bode well.

"But why did it have to change us?" the girl who had screamed demanded. Her tone seemed to set Shorty (Chronomantique, of course) off.

"Yeah, what the hell is wrong with my body? Whose body is this?!" someone else, a mage by the looks of him, shouted.

"But... are you saying you did not describe yourself, Aeris? Don't you normally do that?" Of course, who wouldn't want to role-play as a 15-year-old girl with no life? DUH. "Well... Well, I really wasn't expecting this. But you are unharmed?" I rolled my eyes. Not hurt, maybe, but I'd say a surprise sex-change would count as harm, wouldn't it? Psychological harm, at least?

"Unharmed, maybe, but we definitely were not prepared for a full fu -- freakin' body makeover!" the screamer girl piped up again. It sounded as if she might explode if she dared utter any profanities. I murmered my consent nonetheless, holding my tongue.

"Well, I am sure that the reverse portal spell will return you to normal, Merenwen." A glimmer of hope sparked for a second, before, "... but I have already sealed the spell away until the evil has been vanquished." Damn, that sucks. "So there's no good in trying to force it out of me." Aww, but can't I at least try? Stupid f***in' midget... "Besides, as cliché as it is, you all do have a destiny to fulfill. Now come, we must go to the King. I told him I'd bring you to him."

"Oh boy, we're off to see the king of the psychos who just messed up my whole life. Can't wait," I grumbled as I attempted to stand. I wasn't used to this body, and because I was used to being pretty top-heavy, I kept balancing backwards and falling back onto my butt. Plus my legs were shorter than this, so they were awkward to move around. I was about ready to just say screw this and stay where I was when I sort of got the hang of it, using the wall for balance. But I only made it a few steps before my legs shot out from under me.

"Damn it!" I hissed, biting the inside of my lip in frustration. Off on a high fantasy adventure, the likes of which I had never dreamed.
If I could make it to the door, that is.

And by the way, I believe the plural of staff is staves