Lady Myuu
Damsel mostly Stressed.
Private rpg for myself and Renegade. Cuz we wanted too.
The Pride of Old
In a time when the earth was still very young, when the sea was fresh and the plants were of plenty. The legends had lain down for slumber, to let the world grow on its own and become something original. They had spun it into existence.
Now it was time to allow it to exist. They would not leave it; it was still fragile and needed to be guided. But they would take a long rest and allow it to be.
One by one, they all began to rest, only a few excluded from this, Ho-oh still must fly across the sky to lead lost souls to their resting. Celebi must still travel time and mend any harm to the tender threads of its flow.
They would often awake and fall back into slumber, if something upset the balance they existed in.
Mew was awake, the earth was barely four hundred years old since her, Ho-oh, Lugia and Rayquazza had created it. She was wandering over the land, looking at the creatures she had created to live on the plains her and her siblings created.
And she found it empty. Yes there were many creatures that were her children in a way, but they were empty, as she never thought of giving them anything more then a will to live. But she had never given them a reason.
And none were like her.
Mew was powerful and original, a goddess in a way though she never thought herself anything more then a giver of life and meaning. Of purity perhaps but then again, she didn’t want to be seen as something to be worshiped. Loved perhaps, but not worshipped.
She felt a great wryness come over her, as she traveled, she knew she wanted to rest once more, as keeping the world in constant balance made her and her fellow creators so tired. But as mentioned before she found nothing like her in the world.
And she was lonely, even though she knew she could never make another just like her… but she could make some close.
Thus she began to creature, using her ability to mold forms and put life, souls, being into them. She created beings just like her in image, though they were also unique in color and size. None far to bigger or smaller then her in the end though. She gave them her abilities to flout and see with a third eye, but could never give them her power.
They were just like her in many ways; they were also unique in many others. She held the ability to create any life and form and thus they held an ability to carry that gene on. Though they could only mimic her ability with elemental tricks that she always gave to certain species.
She was Mew, their mother, the creator of all life.
They were mew, the pocket monsters, normal mortal beings that had one and only meaning, to live, to love and to be good.
Simple enough she thought. Follow this and how could they break any of the deeper laws abiding her and now also them? And so she left her new creations, to go and sleep for a very long time, unknowing that when she created such intelligent and graceful creatures like herself.
She gave them the ability to choose… and choose they did.
Time passed, things changed, adoption, evolution, floods, corrosion, explosion, extinction…
The world is a very different place. Over three thousand years later it is on the verge of a great change. Man kind has not yet been created yet, as still there is no reason for them. The legends slumber lazily forgetting there duties as the dreams kidnap them.
Well not all of them.
But returning to the mortal mews, one can see great change. They have formed small groups, relying on the element they have adapted. They have branched out from the psychic abilities and have fallen into others, such as fire or earth. Because as time went on there complex DNA which holds the ability to create any sort of life changed during the passing, removing unwanted clutter and creating new, to survive in certain climates and to create new abilities.
The mews live in groups called ‘prides’ in which they are usually element aligned. Dragon mews remain with dragon mews and water mews remain with waters mew. Though it isn’t unheard of for a mixture of a sort…
‘Pure’ mews still exist, as some have found places in which they never needed to adapt or evolve and thus remained as the great all powerful Mew made them.
Each species of mew has taken on a certain appearance, some the color green with leafy hair on their heads or mushroom like flowers. Even some having no fur but hard rock like hide and some even appear to have lost fur all together and seeming to be built to punch and kick instead of using psychic abilities.
But the strange occurrence, as all mew types have always retained a little psychic power so they may continue to flout and speak telepathically often (though they usually speak vocally) there are those who have lost this ability all together they run on the ground and are as black as night, they developed great vision and the have become slighter larger then most other mew.
Psychic attacks don’t seem to affect them and while all mews are either herbivore or omnivore (mainly fish) these black creatures known as ‘dark mews’ have a taste for flesh and flesh only.
The first ever carnivore mews.
A law has been broken… but yet the original and mother of life still sleeps away with out knowing.
~*~
That’s about it… No limits to amounts of prides (though let’s start with one each.) Each pride will range from three to six and have a sort of wolf social system.
Alpha – leader
Beta – Middle class
Omega – lowest
Cub – child
Since the mews are not limited to psychic abilities only, they will have some other elemental powers. These elemental powers will be stronger then the psychic abilities which have mostly been reduced to flouting and telepathy.
Here’s the sign up:
Pride Type: (just have to do this once, what element alignment are you?)
Name:
Age: (A mew reaches adulthood at the age of 2sh and dies around 14/17)
Gender:
Rank:
Description:
Personality:
Other:
Pride Type: Dragon
Name: Chronos
Age: 10
Gender: male
Rank: alpha
Description: Take a basic mew build and instead of pink fur he has sandy
colored fur with a creamy belly/chin/neck. He also has some cream on the tips of his feet and paws. He has two small useless dragon like wings on his back and two small antenna on his head. His ears a rather small and are not pointed. He has blue eyes like most mew, he’s also slightly larger then most mew.
Personality: A strong wise older mew, he was never weak to start with and always holds this strict honor about him. Though he is tough and wise having more then half a lifetime of experience he is very loving and protective of his mate and daughter.
Name: River
Age: 8
Gender: female
Rank: Alpha
Description: once again take the basic mew build and take the pink shade of fur and bring it down to a calm light purple. On the sides of her head beside her ears come three small crest spikes that are very small and barely go past the length of her ears. Above her eyes are a hint of reddish orange, some on her neck and on her palms and ankles. Her dew drop tail is also this orange.
Personality: Very shy and antisocial, she isn’t the strongest creature ever and would rather remain near her mate and cub at all times, being on her own is not an option. She is very gentle and hates fights, so often it is Chronos who hunts and not her, she would rather stick to fruit.
Other: River has had a very hard time having cubs, it has taken her four years after she found a mate to reproduce and even then three were born still born while Sky was the only survivor. Probably the only cub her and Chronos will ever have they are very protective.
Name: Sky
Age: 2
Gender: female
Rank: beta
Description: Take the basic mew build again and this time make it thinner, longer tail and more slender arms and neck. Her ears what looks like small wings, with three feathers sprouting out behind her, her dark blue fur covers almost her entire body though her chest/under tail and chin are a white cream color. On her tail just before her dewdrop end is two small crystal orbs and attached to her neck/chest is another. Her eyes are a dark, dark blue, so dark that they look black. She is a bit smaller then a basic mew as she hasn’t grown all the way yet.
Personality: A very adventures little mew, much like her father she is strong willed and puts a lot of thought into things. Though she may like adventure she doesn’t do well around strangers like her mother and often grows to shy to speak.
The Pride of Old
In a time when the earth was still very young, when the sea was fresh and the plants were of plenty. The legends had lain down for slumber, to let the world grow on its own and become something original. They had spun it into existence.
Now it was time to allow it to exist. They would not leave it; it was still fragile and needed to be guided. But they would take a long rest and allow it to be.
One by one, they all began to rest, only a few excluded from this, Ho-oh still must fly across the sky to lead lost souls to their resting. Celebi must still travel time and mend any harm to the tender threads of its flow.
They would often awake and fall back into slumber, if something upset the balance they existed in.
Mew was awake, the earth was barely four hundred years old since her, Ho-oh, Lugia and Rayquazza had created it. She was wandering over the land, looking at the creatures she had created to live on the plains her and her siblings created.
And she found it empty. Yes there were many creatures that were her children in a way, but they were empty, as she never thought of giving them anything more then a will to live. But she had never given them a reason.
And none were like her.
Mew was powerful and original, a goddess in a way though she never thought herself anything more then a giver of life and meaning. Of purity perhaps but then again, she didn’t want to be seen as something to be worshiped. Loved perhaps, but not worshipped.
She felt a great wryness come over her, as she traveled, she knew she wanted to rest once more, as keeping the world in constant balance made her and her fellow creators so tired. But as mentioned before she found nothing like her in the world.
And she was lonely, even though she knew she could never make another just like her… but she could make some close.
Thus she began to creature, using her ability to mold forms and put life, souls, being into them. She created beings just like her in image, though they were also unique in color and size. None far to bigger or smaller then her in the end though. She gave them her abilities to flout and see with a third eye, but could never give them her power.
They were just like her in many ways; they were also unique in many others. She held the ability to create any life and form and thus they held an ability to carry that gene on. Though they could only mimic her ability with elemental tricks that she always gave to certain species.
She was Mew, their mother, the creator of all life.
They were mew, the pocket monsters, normal mortal beings that had one and only meaning, to live, to love and to be good.
Simple enough she thought. Follow this and how could they break any of the deeper laws abiding her and now also them? And so she left her new creations, to go and sleep for a very long time, unknowing that when she created such intelligent and graceful creatures like herself.
She gave them the ability to choose… and choose they did.
Time passed, things changed, adoption, evolution, floods, corrosion, explosion, extinction…
The world is a very different place. Over three thousand years later it is on the verge of a great change. Man kind has not yet been created yet, as still there is no reason for them. The legends slumber lazily forgetting there duties as the dreams kidnap them.
Well not all of them.
But returning to the mortal mews, one can see great change. They have formed small groups, relying on the element they have adapted. They have branched out from the psychic abilities and have fallen into others, such as fire or earth. Because as time went on there complex DNA which holds the ability to create any sort of life changed during the passing, removing unwanted clutter and creating new, to survive in certain climates and to create new abilities.
The mews live in groups called ‘prides’ in which they are usually element aligned. Dragon mews remain with dragon mews and water mews remain with waters mew. Though it isn’t unheard of for a mixture of a sort…
‘Pure’ mews still exist, as some have found places in which they never needed to adapt or evolve and thus remained as the great all powerful Mew made them.
Each species of mew has taken on a certain appearance, some the color green with leafy hair on their heads or mushroom like flowers. Even some having no fur but hard rock like hide and some even appear to have lost fur all together and seeming to be built to punch and kick instead of using psychic abilities.
But the strange occurrence, as all mew types have always retained a little psychic power so they may continue to flout and speak telepathically often (though they usually speak vocally) there are those who have lost this ability all together they run on the ground and are as black as night, they developed great vision and the have become slighter larger then most other mew.
Psychic attacks don’t seem to affect them and while all mews are either herbivore or omnivore (mainly fish) these black creatures known as ‘dark mews’ have a taste for flesh and flesh only.
The first ever carnivore mews.
A law has been broken… but yet the original and mother of life still sleeps away with out knowing.
~*~
That’s about it… No limits to amounts of prides (though let’s start with one each.) Each pride will range from three to six and have a sort of wolf social system.
Alpha – leader
Beta – Middle class
Omega – lowest
Cub – child
Since the mews are not limited to psychic abilities only, they will have some other elemental powers. These elemental powers will be stronger then the psychic abilities which have mostly been reduced to flouting and telepathy.
Here’s the sign up:
Pride Type: (just have to do this once, what element alignment are you?)
Name:
Age: (A mew reaches adulthood at the age of 2sh and dies around 14/17)
Gender:
Rank:
Description:
Personality:
Other:
Pride Type: Dragon
Name: Chronos
Age: 10
Gender: male
Rank: alpha
Description: Take a basic mew build and instead of pink fur he has sandy
colored fur with a creamy belly/chin/neck. He also has some cream on the tips of his feet and paws. He has two small useless dragon like wings on his back and two small antenna on his head. His ears a rather small and are not pointed. He has blue eyes like most mew, he’s also slightly larger then most mew.
Personality: A strong wise older mew, he was never weak to start with and always holds this strict honor about him. Though he is tough and wise having more then half a lifetime of experience he is very loving and protective of his mate and daughter.
Name: River
Age: 8
Gender: female
Rank: Alpha
Description: once again take the basic mew build and take the pink shade of fur and bring it down to a calm light purple. On the sides of her head beside her ears come three small crest spikes that are very small and barely go past the length of her ears. Above her eyes are a hint of reddish orange, some on her neck and on her palms and ankles. Her dew drop tail is also this orange.
Personality: Very shy and antisocial, she isn’t the strongest creature ever and would rather remain near her mate and cub at all times, being on her own is not an option. She is very gentle and hates fights, so often it is Chronos who hunts and not her, she would rather stick to fruit.
Other: River has had a very hard time having cubs, it has taken her four years after she found a mate to reproduce and even then three were born still born while Sky was the only survivor. Probably the only cub her and Chronos will ever have they are very protective.
Name: Sky
Age: 2
Gender: female
Rank: beta
Description: Take the basic mew build again and this time make it thinner, longer tail and more slender arms and neck. Her ears what looks like small wings, with three feathers sprouting out behind her, her dark blue fur covers almost her entire body though her chest/under tail and chin are a white cream color. On her tail just before her dewdrop end is two small crystal orbs and attached to her neck/chest is another. Her eyes are a dark, dark blue, so dark that they look black. She is a bit smaller then a basic mew as she hasn’t grown all the way yet.
Personality: A very adventures little mew, much like her father she is strong willed and puts a lot of thought into things. Though she may like adventure she doesn’t do well around strangers like her mother and often grows to shy to speak.
