The Squire's Crystal (O/O) (Weird body-swap RP since I'm bored)

Legend tells of an evil sorceress who used the power of magical crystals to transfer her mind into the bodies of others. Her reign of terror was long and bloody, and her final defeat the cause of great rejoicing.

But that's just a legend. A story told to children. Isn't it? I mean, it's ridiculous. It couldn't have really happened… could it?

So basically, our OCs swap bodies and end up living the other's life. But, this ends out to be absolutely horrible, and now they need to find each other and team up to be restored to their rightful bodies. Mostly for humorous purposes, and as a writing exercise to see how characters would act in different scenarios.

Rules:
Same as andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s. Gore, violence, and swearing are totally fine. No Mary Sues, okay? I think that's pretty much it, just generally be nice I guess?

Template to be posted when someone joins.

I just found this, can I join?

Totally!

Basic Appearance:

Full Name:
Nicknames:
Birthday:
Age:
Gender:
Voice type:
Hairstyle:
Hair color:
Eye color:
Body type:
Skin Tone:
Tattoos:
Piercings
Style:
Height:
Weight:
Ethnicity:

Mentality

Hobbies:
Use(s/ed) Drug(s):
Habits:
Fears:
Secretes:
Social class:
Motivations:
Talents:
Flaws:
Education:
Look on life:
Religion -
Quirks:
Mannerisms -
Conditions -
Allergies -

Background:
Friends -
Sexuality:
Relationship status:
Setting -
Pets -
Occupation -
Best memory. -
Worst memory -
Criminal record -
Role in story -
Background
What people do they most admire:
Changes they would make :
How are they viewed by others:
What you notice first:

Template is here, I have it so long so we can get to know each other's character in order to RP since its harder if we don't know as much.

I have a question before I fill out the template. Is the template being filled out for the character before or after the switch? like the character I will use or you will use. Not that it will affect anything, I'm just curious.

It's your normal character, unaffected by the switch.

Ok, that's what I thought. Just wanted to check. Give a little bit to fill out the template

Okay, and I'd ask the same for me too ;) also sci fi or fantasy? I can do both, I just want to know what genre your character belongs to.

Ive honestly never written sci fi before, but I can try. Otherwise fantasy, but I'm down for either

I can do both, and I left out most other genres those were the ones I just see most here.

maybe we could try a mix? I don't know how well that will work out * shrug *

I can do whatever, my story is sci fi fantasy actually so…

whatever you want…

No, no, you do whatever works for you.

I would say a mix then… on the template what do you mean by mentality?

That's just the category sorry for the confusion.

Oh, I see. I coped it over to my notes on my computer so I could work on it there. I guess it didn't format the same spacing.

Okay.

Basic Appearance:

Full Name: Peela of the Shi'ayr
Nicknames: N/A
Birthday: unknown.
Age: 19 in Earth terms.
Gender: Female
Voice type: Rough, with rolling R's, V's instead of W's, like Vhat or Vhen in spelling in terms of accent, can't pronounce Q's very well and doesn't always get words correct.
Hairstyle: Long, messy, curly and impossible to tame. Her friends have given up trying.
Hair color: Very dark brown.
Eye color: Gold, no whites or pupils.
Body type: Pear shaped and muscular.
Skin Tone: Dark brown like a walnut.
Tattoos: Curvy shapes all over her body.
Piercings: A wooden spike through the upper part of the right ear and a septum ring.
Style: Leathers, no shoes, she isn't big on formal coverings, preferring the traditional wear of her tribe.
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 143 lbs but carries it well, has a good metabolism.
Ethnicity: Venusian

Mentality

Hobbies: Nobody knows. She's a master huntress, though, and has recently learned to knit. Also tells stories by verbal method.
Use(s/ed) Drug(s): Basically space weed, it's a flower called Moonglacier in English and heightens the senses but makes you stupid high.
Habits: Pacing when upset or nervous, bounces around on her heels when happy.
Fears: NOTHING I SWEAR…. heights. And fog.
Secrets: Well, that would be telling.
Social class: Your local primitive.
Motivations: To get revenge on the bastards that killed her village.
Talents: Hunting, basic survival and combat, storytelling, and singing.
Flaws: She is pretty insensitive and also very blunt, and will call someone an idiot if she thinks they are one.
Education: Um… homeschooled?
Look on life: Murphy's Law.
Religion: Worships the Three-Fold goddess of sky, Ishtar.
Quirks: Will punch someone if she likes them and punch someone even harder if she doesn't.
Mannerisms: Likes to arrange loose stones in patterns to depict stories.
Conditions: None.
Allergies: She has a slight lactose intolerance as people don't drink cos milk where she's from.

Background:
Friends: Grayle, Brie, Snail, and Celia.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship status: Celia is her girlfriend/maybe wife.
Setting: Spaceship with a bunch of randos who want to save the universe.
Pets: A fern called Edward. "It is a fine name forrr a ferrrn."
Occupation: Celia's GF and team brawn.
Best memory: Christmas for the first time.
Worst memory: Her village being destroyed.
Criminal record: "Vhat do you mean stealing is a crrrrime?"
Role in story: Team brawn, secondary protagonist.
Background: Village got killed, she got scooped up by some weirdos, they have the same enemies, and so on.
What people do they most admire: Celia and Brie because they kick ass.
Changes they would make: None.
How are they viewed by others: A beautiful little scoundrel.
What you notice first: The tattoos. They cover her whole body.

Basic Appearance:

Full Name: Cynthia Silver
Nicknames: Cindy
Birthday: March 9
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Voice type: sorta light and airy, high but not annoyingly high
Hairstyle: Waist long, straight, usually worn down but will try different styles on a regular basis
Hair color: Originally jet black but its currently dyed an ashy color
Eye color: Blue
Body type: thin, underweight,
Skin Tone: pale white
Tattoos: on the inside of her left arm near her wrist is written Even if I don’t know the secret to success, I know the secret to failure She was debating if on the same place but her right arm she should get If I’m the sun, you’re the moon, because when I rise, you go down.
Piercings: She has both ears pierced twice
Style: usually dresses gothic, with fishnets and black skirts but will occasionally wear pastles
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 99 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian, her parents are British, but she was born in Japan

Mentality

Hobbies: doodling on her herself
Use(s/ed) Drug(s): She used to get high off whatever substances she could get her hands on but she’s been clean for 1 1/2 year
Habits: She will bite her nails when no one is looking, takes screen shots of interesting times (ie. 11:11, 3:33, 1:23)
Fears: Just about anything that jumps out at her or that is unexpected
Secrets: She’s been battling anorexia since she was 16
Social class: Middle class
Motivations: Music is sometimes the only thing that gets her through the day. That, and her dog, Holly
Talents: multitasking and lying
Flaws: anxiety, terrible speller
Education: barely graduated high school
Look on life: In the end they’ll judge me anyway so whatever
Religion - she was raised christan but doesn’t go to church since she moved out
Quirks: she will hug you at random times to show that she cares
Mannerisms - Will touch her face when nervous, when bored she will dye her hair
Conditions - none
Allergies - She gets a bad cold when she eats strawberries, but for some reason she loves to eat them

Background:
Friends - Alex, Mina, Jon, Lalisa (Lisa)
Sexuality: bi
Relationship status: Alex, her boyfriend
Setting - New York city
Pets - black and tan Pomeranian dog, Holly

Occupation - hairdresser
Best memory. - adopting her dog
Worst memory - waking up in the hospital from her body shutting down due to anorexia
Criminal record - drug dealer/user
Role in story - secondary protagonist
Background: When she was 15 her dad died, and when she was 16 some kids in her class called her fat so she stopped eating. She’s never been depressed, in fact some people call her a little ball of sunshine. Alex is the only one who knows she has anorexia, and is trying to help her eat more. He has helped her off of drugs and was the one who found her when her body was shutting down
What people do they most admire: Alex, he has helped her through so much and has even saved her life
Changes they would make: to be more outgoing in life
How are they viewed by others: A struggling girl with a big heart
What you notice first: her hair

(I think I got every thing…)

Cool! So, yours is modern, yeah? And mine is random magic people on a spaceship, what cold go wrong™. So, how would you like to start?

yea, I was a little halfway done when you posted yours so I figured I'd make mine as modern as possible to make a good story. I'm not sure how we should start

Okay. Well, maybe they're going about their lives, we have a setting, and BAM! Body swap. Cool, or no?

I guess that would work. Just randomly switch at some point.

Gtg sleep is required for human to function, see ya later!

I fell asleep before I got that message lol. Sleep is well needed

She misses the trickle of water as it runs down through her hair, soaking each strand and turning it into a wet mass that drapes around her shoulders as she stares up at the sky. She misses opening her mouth to taste the first few droplets, sweet and fresh as they slide down her throat. She misses the feel of wet grass underneath her feet, and she wants to dance in the rain again.

It doesn't rain in space, and Peela misses the rain.

She buries her head in her arms and stares out at the void that stretches out for miles from nowhere and she almost doesn’t notice when a tiny perfect bead of water falls onto her foot.

She stares at it for a moment, and picks it up with her fingertip, letting it trickle down her nails and onto the back of her hand. As it does, another falls, and another, and her leather tunic is becoming soaked. She throws her head back, and looks up at the sky, and the view is dizzying as the rain rushes towards her. She has water in her eyes and she isn’t sure if it’s from the rain or from happiness and she doesn’t exactly care.

Peela laughs and laughs, spinning around with her arms thrown out wide as if to welcome the rain, to embrace it, and she turns around and sees that she is not in space anymore, and she doesn't care. She is out in a vast field like the ones on the high-low plains of home.

She is happy, for the first time in many days. Peela had missed the rain.

She stood there watching the rain drip down the window of her New York apartment. Slowly, Cynthia pressed her hand against the cold glass. She could feel the hunger inside her, begging for food. The kitchen was only a few feet away but she stayed put, watching the tiny people below her. With the pain the hunger brought it also brought this weird feeling that she’d gotten addicted to. The feeling that promised something she wanted to fulfill a few years ago. She knew it was bad to not eat, but hunger a was normal now. She’s gotten better, knowing that little healthy snacks throughout the day were good for her.
After peeling herself away from the glass and view below, Cindy went into her room to change. She put on her usual fishnet tights and black skirt, topping it off with a black Queen crop top. Quickly throwing her long hair into loose space buns she turned to the full mirror, in which she examined herself. She looked skinny. But not an unusual skinny that caused people to stare, or where people would know. Most people thought she worked out and that’s what she let them think.

Peela looked down and saw…

Nothing. There was nothing beneath her. She screamed, but she couldn't make sound anymore. Rain fell onto her, now through her, and she found herself…

In front of a mirror, but not with her own face. She screamed again, but this time the sound echoed through the unfamiliar room, and that in and of itself was terrifying. She looked out the window and saw specks flying through what she could only assume was a road, but it wasn't like the shiny clean type she now knew, or the dusty, overgrown one she had left behind. It was new and dirty and absolutely terrifying to her.

She'd rather be back on the ship, in the cold metal room with only her thoughts to console her, only the vast expanse to entertain her.