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A game whre your OC reacts to suddenly having the above OC's body. Example
Chara A: *is a butterfly*
Chara B: *is originally a human, but now has Chara A's body* "Neat, I have wings! I'm going to fly away now!
Chara C: *is a wizard, but now has Chara B's original body* "What is this odd creature? And why can't they do magic??"
I will start off by sacrificing my son Leon.
Rule 1: I'm starting to see the same people replying back and forth, so please wait at least two posts after your own to post again. Have fun, everybody!
Rule 2: Each post has to be at least 3 completely filled lines of text, or the equivalent of that!
Rule 3: Don't be rude about the appearance of the previous character, even if your character is the vain sort.
Rule 4: This is a public thread, so keep it PG-13. Please keep sex/excessive violence/etc. down to a minimum. Rule of thumb, if the previous character does not have any mentions of that in their bio, don't inflict it upon them. If you must include that content, censor it like so.
You can reply regardless of rule 1 if it has been 24 hours since the last post.
The sounds Illanya awakes to are distressing, disorienting even. Feeling more akin to the start of a nightmare rather than the end of her night’s sleep, Illanya rouses and nearly needs to empty her stomach. Rolling onto her side, she gags but blessedly nothing comes out. She presses a gloved hand to her mouth, breathing and-
The knight freezes, her eyes flicking down to the white gloves she swore were white, trailing up to that pink suit sleeve she’s wearing. She feels her brown furrow and she runs another gloved hand over the sleeve, careful not to press too hard on the fine fabric and ruin it. Anxiousness pools in her stomach, as she presses a thumb into the center of her hand, gaze faraway, as she gently feels over her hands.
Was it odd to say they didn’t feel like her hands? Something about them seemed off, wrong even. Surely it was just the gloves. Illanya moves to stand, and staggers a little. Surely she wasn’t this tall before, right? Flicks down at her body and immediately her stomach drops and she can feel her knees about to buckle.
Stumbling dumbfoundedly, the knight finally reaches a puddle, one stirred by the wind that didn’t move like wind, starring down into it with intention. The face that stares back is not her own, new and entirely alien to the knight. Gods above she looked like an archfey or something. Those same gloved hands, not hers rub at his face testing to see if this is simply some elaborate ruse, perhaps some spell meant to prank her. All were possible and yet, Illanya can’t be certain.
She carefully straightens feeling those hands under her control flex and clench, pausing to heave a sigh through a voice that was not her own. Focusing now, she feels disconnected from her own power, her own magic that often called to her fingertips as needed. To say she felt nothing in its absence would be a mistake.
Power like she‘s only rarely experienced before sits at her finger tips. Wild, crazed, eager energy, waiting to leap out in its purpose. She has to pause to avoid giving in and letting something powerful slip free from her grip. Not only was it a loud and unusual place to wake up, but to find herself a body, not her own? Well, she could already feel the headache of a situation this was about to be.
@ NP : feel free to go with or without wings or markings for this! All are fun so I don’t mind haha!
/\ - im sorry 😭
Cherry wasn't sure what woke her up, but she knew immediately something wasn't right.
She felt like something was about to choke her; maybe it was her sister? No, it couldn't be... her sister loves to play pranks on her from time to time, as all older siblings do, but she wouldn't go that far. When she opened her eyes, she was mortified.
She saw her hands, and it didn't look purple like her skin should be; for all things considered, as she was a bacteria girl. The place she woke up in felt off too; like a hospital of some kind.
"What the fuck?? This isn't my body - help! Somebody, help me!" She noticed her voice wasn't the same octave as she imagined in her mind. In her mind, she was Cherry; always had been, always will be. But her voice never came out as she expected now. Not only that, but she couldn't shapeshift at all. She tried to, as anyone with superpowers would of course, but alas, it failed.
That wasn't the only thing off about this, she also felt pain -- the pain itself wasn't super bad, but it still hurt. Every time she tried to run, the leash's grip would pull her back; every time it did so, she eventually grew angrier, and angrier. "Why isn't anyone helping me?? Hello??!" Nothing but silence. After trying to rip the leash off, something had snapped in her.
She had felt a rage she hadn't felt in years. This was a feral rage. She began to tear off the leash, not caring about the pain it caused while she tore off the leash from her neck. As she ran, she saw some strange figure in the distance; which she saw as nothing more than a target to kill in her fury.
Whatever would happen next, didn't matter to her. Cherry had a new leash on life.
Pun definitely intended.
@/NP - You wake up in Cherry's room, which is in some average house that's a ranch style on at that. Her room has blue walls, and a soft carpet floor.
Knocked out cold. The last thing he remembered was sleeping at his workshop bench inside the clothes shop. Jagger had just closed up for the night and rather than teleporting back to his Abstraction, he hit the bench in the back room to work on new ideas for crafting his signature fashion brand. But he wasn't in the workshop as he awakens... but surrounded by gentle blue bedroom walls, a room filled with a typical highschooler's furniture.
It was dawn, the sun beamed between the crevice of the window shade and the ridge of the wall, creating an obvious annoying wave of light towards Cherry's (now Jagger's) face. He had permanent eyes now, and being blared in the face by bright lights was not a common feeling. The former Edeia, now anthropomorphized bacteria, flailed in the bed sheets attempting to shade himself from the deadly lasers. Falling out of the bed, Jagger got up, standing on Cherry's two feet.
He blinked rapidly as he pulled off the blanket from himself, mumbling under his breath as he observed the room for a mirror, tucked nicely inside the teen's closet. It hit him real hard, he was certainly not himself. But at least he was the right color...?
He expressed his audible confusion as he looked at Cherry in the mirror, "damn, this be trippy...", wondering why he was a young teen girl and not inside his own form. Further more, Cherry's fit made him recoil. It was simple, yes, but seeing the rest of the closet and it not having a single color that was different from the clothes his vessel was currently wearing made him cringe. He could NOT walk out of this house and not give this poor girl a style makeover. He was going to do this kid a favor.
Sneaking across the farm house, the not so short teen scuttled around, yoinking and obtaining a sewing kit, some spare cloth and supplies before retreating to home base. Locking the door, it was time to get to business. For the entirety of the morning, Jagger (well, Cherry,) sketched, sewn, cut and patched up a new outfit for this strand of E. coli, as he just finished before he heard such fable words.
"Cherry, breakfast is ready!"
He was excited to show this new side of improvisation as he got ready to head downstairs.
Hopefully his shop back in Ideation was in good hands...?
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@ np - you'll wake up in his prolific clothes shop, in the backroom where his workbench is. you get all of his abilities. have fun!
Lucius knew he had screwed up. He was immortal, so he knew the cursed gold ring he had fiddled around with wouldn't kill him. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. His head felt like a baseball that had just been knocked out of the park. Still, this time felt... different. Lucius had definitely teleported somewhere, he had done that enough times to know what it felt like. But Lucius could only teleport a couple miles each time. This felt like he'd been knocked several dimensions over.
As Lucius opened his eyes a lump formed in his throat as he realized that he probably HAD been knocked a couple dimensions over. He certainly wasn't in ancient Egypt. Looking around he felt like he was in a music video from the 80's. A music video put on by aliens from the future.
Lying on the floor, he quickly ran a systems check to make sure he was okay, flexing his arms and legs. But something was wrong. His tail and ears were not responding. And he certainly wasn't furry.
"Uh oh." Lucius said softly, his heart beginning to beat loudly in his chest. Or maybe that was his imagination, as he wasn't quite sure that he HAD a heart. "Please don't let me have transformed again..."
Lucius sat up, realizing with dismay that the form he now seemed to possess was not the one he had 5 minutes ago. In fact, the form he had didn't seem to be any sort of terrestrial creature at all. "Crap crap crap" Lucius cried out, rubbing his hands all over his new body. They were purple, with gold rings on some of the fingers. He was dressed in baggy purple pants and a similar colored jacket, although he wasn't sure what his actual body was made of. But if this new body had no magical powers, there was a 0% chance he was getting back.
Hastily he stood up, eyeing his new surroundings as a level of panic he hadn't felt in years begin to boil up within him. He looked to be in a giant clothing werehouse, in the back room or wherever they stored excess goods. Neon strips along the ceiling offered the only light, casting a low blue glow around the premises. While highly impractical, Lucius couldn't help but note that it looked extremely cool. As a matter of fact, the whole place looked like a trendy nightclub, the only things missing were the customers. Walking around he noticed clothing that could only be described by words used by his parents. "Groovy, radical, and far out," popped into his head immediately.
"Hmmm, not as stylish as my Egyptian digs, but I kinda dig it." As he said those words suddenly an outfit materialized out of thin air, complete with a tunic, shirt, and jacket. It looked like the others, but elements of his old outfit were incorporated into the pieces. Egyptian iconography meshed seamlessly with 80s street decor, highlighted by a gold chain with hieroglyphs etched into the metal. It resembled his own necklace back home.
"What the heck?" Stepping back in surprise, Lucius glanced at the outfit he had just created. Had he done that? Wanting to test that thought, he conjured another outfit in his mind. "Uhhh combine Shakespeare with ancient Rome." Suddenly his hands glowed and another outfit materialized out of thin air, hovering off the ground for him to observe. Despite his purposefully contrasting choices he had to admit the two cultures had combined seamlessly into this antiquated yet modern design. It was just... dope. Or lyrical. Or stylish. He couldn't quite find the words to describe it.
He watched with fascination as the outfit fell to the ground, joining the others on the floor. "So I have fashion powers?" He looked confused for a moment before breaking out into a laugh. He needed to see the limits of this new power. Getting home could wait.
@np Lucius is immortal and has been around since ancient Egypt, so wake up in whatever era/location you want. (as long as it's historically accurate)
Waking up as a cat person came as quite the shock to the little teen. As the only sibling who wasn't an animal person, being a cat came as even more of a shock. However, she couldn't really dwell on her initial confusion. Whoever she currently was had quite the full schedule. Something about a rehabilitation facility?
To avoid suspicion, SB goes along with Lucius's schedule. She also tried to keep as quiet as possible, in case she accidentally said something Lucius wouldn't. However, that was technically worse, as Lucius was apparently known to talk a lot. Even with this knowledge, SB was too introverted to change her tactics.
Instead, the world had to deal with an oddly blunt Lucius for the day. At least SB was quite diligent with the work. She paid close attention to each cursed client she was given, especially since she believed that she shared a similar circumstance. Perhaps she had been cursed to be in the body of this Lucius? And as she worked fo solve the problems of others, she secretly tried to use those techniques on herself. Surely Lucius would be able to take over with little to know problems. This was HIS job, after all.
@ np: SB is a young student with kinda overbearing parents!
The Devil let out a grumble when he awoke-he did not sleep well in the slightest. Granted, that wasn't too uncommon, but at least he usually felt decent... but that, of course, would not be the last of the irregularities. First thing he'd notticed when he woke up? He didn't catch any hints of his wife's cooking. Her not being in bed with him didn't alarm him-she and him had very different needs when it came to beds, and usually slept in different rooms due to this. 'Did I wake up too early or somethin'?' He thought, before rolling over to take a look at the very ominous clock on the wall... only to find it wasn't there. Nor was the room... ANYTHING like his ranch house. And he was very certain his legs didn't usually bend this way...
Getting up as he calculated his new form's size, he looked himself over. "Oh, great..." He muttered, taking note of his voice no longer sounding deep, gruff, southern and soul-rattling, but instead more like a regular person. Going from a 9 foot tall ruler of the underworld to a 1 foot tall fox-like creature was NOT something he would ever hope for in his life... actually, without control over it, this was a massive pain. At least he could see in his other eye again... "Now where in all th' circles of Hell...?" He asked himself, before getting off the bed, and heading out. He had no idea how he was going to fix this, or where he was going... but himself be damned, he was gonna find a way.
Maybe the person this body belonged to had a friend privy in the supernatural? Maybe the person who stole his body would return to the scene and swap back? If it's even the same person that belonged in this body, that is... hell, worst case scenario, he could just summon one of the sins to take him back down there and help him get his body back that way. In any case, he didn't want to be in this form any longer than he needed to.
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@ the next person: The Devil, of course, rules the underworld! Specifically from this creepy old ranch house that looks like it would be a horror game location. Also any mention of the Sins from his world would make me very happy to read, but you don't gotta include them if you don't wanna!
Doey had a strange dream last night. She couldn't remember all of the details, but she remembered she was climbing up a hill, before falling into water... except the impact didn't kill her, and she could see clearly, and breath just fine in the water. That's all she knew about the dream unfortunately. She felt something was wrong when she woke up in a room she never recognized. The walls were a grayish blue, with green stains on the walls and ceiling. They looked like nothing Doey had ever seen before. Perhaps these were insect marks? Wait, no -- insects can get large, sure, but not that large. At least, if this were today. During the age of the dinosaurs, insects would be way, way larger than they are today.
"Putain... où suis-je?" Her voice came out deeper than she imagined. She realized quickly she wasn't in her body; this was someone else. What had happened while she was asleep? Did some reckless scientist swap her body with some dude, and vice versa? If that were the case, she was worried what would happen to her reputation, if that man did something dangerous with those powers. What if he froze someone's face off in a rage? What if he ruins her relationship with Cherry? So many questions, so little answers... she felt like she was spiraling out of control. "I can't just kill my own body, unless this is what I really want. But I never asked for this!"
But then... something clicked. Her fingertips began to grow sharper. "I'm... I-I'm changing." She now realized something; she didn't have the ability to freeze things anymore. She had something even better. She decided to test out her new abilities by first scratching herself; just to see how sharp those claws could get. "Ow!" The claws were pretty damn sharp. She kissed the wound, and then pierced a pillow. Unsurprisingly, the pillow was torn to shreds. This was getting easy. Too easy, even. "You know... maybe I could trade my powers with that man."
This was the beginning of something amazing. Terrifying, but amazing.
@-NP - Feel free to come up with whatever scenario you'd like as well.
Saviik blinked into awareness. Last thing he remembered was not being asleep like he clearly just was. It felt like he'd been hit with some sort of weird spell.
His body felt different too, it felt strangely warm and he jolted up as he realized he couldn't feel his magic benignly pooling up within his body waiting for him to use it. That's when he realized why he felt warm, this wasn't his body.
Finding a reflective surface he could tell he was some sort of humanoid but more like the Khajiit and Argonians who also lived in Tamriel but not. This one looked a bit more like one of the many deer species he'd seen around Skyrim.
'If this isn't my body, what's happening with my body right now?'
Taking a breath before he started to get too upset about not knowing what was going on with his body and the Dragon Cult in his own world, he tried to see if this body could do anything magical that could fix this. While he did so, he only hoped that if someone was in his body while he was in this one didn't blow his cover to the world at large or upset the Dragons. Feeling some form of power building he released it. Ice, much like one of his own favorite forms of destruction magic, but not his other favorite lightning. Still it was something, he could work with this, now where were books he could read to see where he was and potentially aid in his goal of returning to his own body.
@NP Ciran is reviving the Dragon Cult in game storyline-era Skyrim and mentally refers to himself as his Dragon Priest name, Saviik. He's trying to do so stealthily as he knows the reputation the Cult has and is trying to convince Alduin and the rest of the dragons that he can revive the Dragon Cult so they shouldn't destroy the world and everyone in it. There is a Last Dragonborn but it isn't him. You may do pre-acknowledged by the dragons, acknowledged by the dragons, or recruiting to the Dragon Cult phase Ciran.
En knew it before he even woke up: this wasn't his body. He sat up and slowly opened his eyes, immediately getting confirmation. The room alone was vastly different than his surroundings when he fell asleep, and one quick glance to his body showed different clothes and different hands. Magic and hijinks weren't anything new to him, but this scenario was. Did his friends also go through a similar fate? Was the owner of this body in his own? He tried to call out to his swords, but they didn't respond. It made him feel vulnerable.
Nevertheless, En wouldn't just sit and wait. He got up and took a look around the room. No electricity. Several books littered a small table, some in a language he had never seen before, but just about all of them showing images of dragons. Were those here? They looked huge and vicious, too. Maybe it was remnants of this body, but an impending sense of doom sank in En's stomach the longer he looked at the images.
He pulled his gaze away and looked towards the doors, making out the sound of movement near it. There were other people here. Although he couldn't hear most of what they were saying, there was one word that seemed to resonate with him: Saviik. Was that this person's name...? Should he pretend to be this person until he could figure something out, or tell the truth? Looks like the best option would be to step out and gauge what kind of people these were first.
You can use his, his evil AU's, or his older self's body!
It worked! Karsten stretched out his arms, studying his hands, wiggling his pinkish fingers. It worked! That foolish En! Karsten couldn't fully recall if the prince had accepted his bargain, or if any other strange shenanigans had taken place, but no matter. It worked.
He got up, almost jumping out of the prince's bedroll and stumbling on his feet to reach for the prince's belongings. It wasn't a lot. An old backpack, some rations (Karsten wanted to try the dried fruits later though, it has been ages since he last ate let alone tasted fruit!), and of course…
"Lan-Ran," the devil muttered in a voice that wasn't his own. The twin blades. The rose emblem in the middle of the hilt stared at him like a demon's eye, like an apple ripe for the plucking. Finally it was in his reach. A sword of legends. Wielded by a kid. Pah! It would look way better in his!
His, no En's hand, reached for the hilt. Oh, how he has heard of its tales. Myths and sagas. Previous wielders and foes it have slain.
Oh, how this weapon was going to make him famous. A tale of the ages. An anecdote in the words of the scribes and bards. No more 'Noo Karsten you can't return to the hells below, you've got cars to sell!' or 'You should have used your tritant to prick people, not your teeth… Now I'll punish you to 3 years in the human world' No no no! He would follow Roy's footsteps. He would embrace the elements, darkness and-
'shit.' The blades did not react to his touch. The rose was still stone and cold. The hilt was heavy in his foreign hands. "Hey sword," he hissed as he shook the weapon like an empty waterskin. "Wake up!"
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Np: I am so sorry for posting this character with literally no bio 🫡. Please interact with any of my other characters instead. You are such a trooper 🫡