You run away from those weirdos for about the fifth time this week. You wonder why they chase you again. Suddenly a man comes running up to you.
"You must come with me." He says.
You find youself asking why.
"Your life depends on it. Trust me." The man says, and grabs your wrist. In a twist of colors and air you arrive in what looks like a camp. There are homemade tents and firepits everywhere, and a pile of dead animals in the middle. You wonder where you are. An old man with a cane walks out from the largest tent.
"I am Grisom. You are in the forest of the Immunites," He says. "You are being chased by the Grankites. They wish to capture you and eat you. Us, the Raerites, take these humans in and morph them into Immunites."
Your are totally baffled, so Grisom starts explaining some more.
"An Immunite is an immune creature of some sort. They are immune to most attacks, all the physical ones, at least. Some humans choose to live as a human in our camp, which is fine. But then the Grankites will come for them. Will you become one of us?"
Rules:
§ Anyone may play Grisom, but I must do the Immunization ceremonies.
§ Follow all Twig site and role-play rules.
§ Notify on the form if your character wishes to become a Grankite.
§ All forms are PMed to me.
§ No power-playing or god-moding.
§ I don't care what kind of person you use, but if it's first-person, try and use different colors if you have more than one character.
§ Have fun!
Form:
Name: (first and last)
Age: (10+)
Gender: (male or female)
Group: (Raerites or Grankites)
Personality: (optional)
Description: (picture, or written decription)
Other: (anything else)
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