Floor's MS Elegante Application
Your Name: Mari
Age: Oh god I'm 25 now D:
Username: ramiah
Email: iaimtomisbehave@gmail.com
IM: SucrePluie
Have you seen the movie Running Scared with Paul Walker?: Fuck yes!
Character Name: Floor!
Background: Floor is a small orange-thighed tree frog from Australia. As she's very young, she's very small, and was brought to a pet store soon after she was born. However, Floor felt she was destined for adventure, and while she was still small enough to wriggle through, she made her way through a small opening in her tank and escaped. At night she made slow and steady progress past the cricket bins (stopping to only to catch a meal on the go) to the back door where she took her first hop of freedom.
As luck would have it, immediately upon exiting the pet store, Floor was nearly stepped upon. The foot belonged to a near-forgotten god of mechanical innovation by the name of Frei. At the very last instant, Frei sensed the smallest life force beneath his foot and paused. Upon moving his foot, he saw the small frog sitting there and immediately crouched down to apologize. And then apologize more. To ask for forgiveness. Beg for forgiveness. Frei didn't stop apologizing for half an hour.
Eventually Frei realized he wasn't getting his forgiveness because Floor couldn't speak. Well, that was easily fixed. Frei couldn't do much, especially things that weren't associated with mechanical devices and inventions, but he could give the small frog the ability to speak. Frei enjoyed modifying things when he worked, however, and didn't stop there. Well if she could talk, perhaps she should also have a better way to escape the next time someone tried to step on her. If he had a few days he might be able to build something small and delicate for her...spring loaded feet to make her jump higher, or a pair of wings so she could fly...lacking the materials, he settled for giving her the ability to levitate and fly. Surely with this ability, she'd be able to stay out of stepping range next time she was in danger of being trampled!
Floor was grateful for the changes, finding immediately that this mode of transportation was far more efficient and less tiring than hopping from one place to another. Frei left her there behind the petshop to her new life of exploration and adventure.
Appearance: Floor is an almost impossibly tiny tree frog the size of a human fingernail. She's a pale green color with a light yellow and white underbelly with yellow and black eyes.
Spoken/written languages: She can speak frog, of course, English with a slight Australian accent.
Abilities: Floor can learn human languages, which is unique for this little frog. She can also levitate and fly for several hours at a time, though she'll find it a bit wearying on board and limited in how long she can stay in midair.
Items: Floor has nothing. She is a frog. :| She has a bucket full of teeny tiny adorableness.
Third Person Sample: She had found the small opening at the top of her tank quite by accident. Floor had been moving steadily up a branch when something caught her eye. Was that--yes, it was! A cricket! However had it managed to make it's way up to the top of the tank without her noticing? At first the only thing that Floor could think was that the cricket did look rather delicious. It only took her a few moments to realize that if the cricket could escape, perhaps Floor could as well.
Inside her tiny frog heart, Floor felt the stirring of something wonderful. A hope that perhaps she could lead her life somewhere outside the damp dirt floor and glass walls of her artificially warmed prison. She didn't know what she would find outside the glass tank, but surely it was better than what she had here. Unlike other frogs, Floor felt there was more to be had from life than regular meals and the chance of becoming the pet of a small child. No, Floor wanted more, and with that in mind, she leapt for the opening.
She landed against the glass wall of the tank, but not before her fingers caught the top edge of the opening. She scrambled against the slick surface with her back legs and pulled herself up and through the opening. The cricket hopped frantically, hoping to escape its fate as Floor's lunch, but it's efforts were in vain. Floor pounced on the insect, gobbling it down quickly with satisfaction.
Now that she was on top of the tank rather than inside, Floor felt that stirring in her heart bloom into full-fledged excitement. She was free of her glass room and the entire world was laid before her. All she had to do was--oh goodness! Floor had slowly hopped her way to the edge of the tank, where she peered over the edge to find that the ground was quite far down from where she sat. Well, perhaps it wasn't so far...if she was very brave and just jumped before she let the fear overtake her!
Floor gulped, took one last look at the tank where she had lived her entire life thus far, and then leaped from her perch down to the floor. She hit the ground with such force that she felt her entire world shake, and as she sat there in shock, Floor realized the continued shaking was in fact the force of her tiny heart beating inside her. The fall had been exhilarating and entirely terrifying. It was also the most empowering thing she had done in her tiny froggy life. The moment she could regain coordination of her back legs, Floor was off again, hopping madly toward the open doorway where she had seen the pet shop employees retrieve crickets. It wouldn't hurt to grab a couple more on her way to the outside world.
Of course, after a second cricket Floor found she was full. Without a single backward glance, she headed for the emergency exit at the back of the hallway, wiggled underneath the door and into the night.
Floor was, well, floored. The outside world was nothing like she had imagined. The trees were far bigger than the branches in her tank! And there was so little dirt on the ground. In fact, Floor found that there wasn't even any tile to hop upon, but some uneven grey surface she didn't like very much. Cautiously, she hopped forward again, looking up past the bright street lamp (which was not at all unlike the lights above her tank or the lights in the pet store) to a bright glowing orb in...was this the sky? This vast emptiness above her? It seemed to shimmer and sparkle even in this darkness.
The glimmering sky and bright streetlamp disappeared suddenly as something blocked their light and loomed over Floor. Oh god what was this thing that was about to crush her into this unwelcoming grey ground?
Floor could sense the immensity and heaviness of the thing that grew closer to her, and for an instant she felt it touch her back. Her panic only held her motionless beneath, lamenting her short lived freedom with bitterness. That she should find her end only after and indeed, because she reached for something she wanted was cruel.
However, just as quickly as Floor felt the touch of the object to her tiny body, she felt it lift away. Floor looked up to see it had been a foot, attached to a quickly retreating body. A man. Perhaps he had seen her? Even if he hadn't seen her, perhaps he'd lost his balence and that was why she hadn't been crushed? She didn't know what had happened to turn her imminent death aside, but Floor wouldn't waste this second opportunity. As fast as she could, Floor began hopping away, trying to keep to the corner where the wall of the building met the ground. She moved, jumped, and frantically tried to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man.
Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain. The space between them was quickly lessened as the man scrambled on hands and knees after her, trying to catch her in his hands each time she jumped into the air. Oh god, what did he want? He hadn't killed her, why couldn't he just leave her alone?
Too late. Floor had hopped herself into a frenzy, and still panicked, she couldn't escape his hands as they closed around her. She felt him raise her up in the enclosure of his hands, and shift still as he rose to his feet. In the darkness Floor sat still, heart beating wildly waiting for the first opportunity to escape. His hands parted, letting in the slightest beam of moonlight an instant before he hovered over the opening, peering in at the small frog. Floor stared up into that single eye and trembled.
"I'm so so so so soooo sorry little frog," he breathed out, sounding slightly panicked himself. "It's just you were so small and I'm so big and I didn't see you because it's so dark and I know the moon is out and it's bright but really who could blame me for not noticing you?" Floor continued to stare, shocked now as his words rushed out. She barely had time to absorb them before he continued. "And I mean you're not just small, you're tiny and god I'm so sorry I almost squished you. That would have been so horrible and I would have felt bad for like, forever." He paused for a breath, and slowly opened his hands the tiniest bit more. It was a large enough opening for Floor to hop through, but all of his rambling had calmed her somehow. She stayed still, still looking up at him.
He continued.
"You have to forgive me for almost stepping on you little frog. I swear I didn't mean to almost kill you, and if you don't forgive me I'm going to feel so guilty for being so careless. Usually I'm so good about not stepping on things! I hop right over and ahaha I said hop. Like you. Hee. But seriously you have to--" He broke off abruptly. The man opened his hands further, and then began laughing. "I'm so stupid. Really. No wonder I'm...well...hah. Asking you to forgive me and you can't even...oh geez. Here we should really fix that otherwise I'll just keep talking myself into circles." Shifting Floor into the palm of one hand, the man reached toward her with one finger pointed at her, touched her lightly on the head--
Floor's felt something shift.
She couldn't explain it. It wasn't as if something had awoken inside her, it wasn't as if something had been released...rather, something had been added. Something new and foreign and...enticing?
"What?" she asked in a small piping voice. Her eyes, wide as they seemed already, opened further it seemed as she croaked in surprise. She opened her mouth once more, and again, that strange sound came out. "Hello?"
The man seemed pleased and nodded. "Hello, little frog. Do you like my gift? Is it enough? Will you forgive me?"
Floor found this so strange, but with the man's soothing voice she only reveled in the newness of it. "It is enough," she replied, marveling at her voice. It sounded...it sounded like her. She couldn't explain how she knew, but it fit. "I forgive you."
"Good, good," he continued, smiling down at her. "You're awfully small, and your voice is very small too...it won't be enough to make yourself known if you're about to get trampled again..." He paused, considering this. "I could make you a pair of spring loaded super hopping feet so you could jump really high...they'd have to see you then, or maybe a little pair of mechanical wings so that you can swoop out of their way...it would only take a few weeks but..." The man trailed off, shaking his head. "Your body is too small, too frail for anything I could make. You're too organic for mechanics. Hah, that rhymed! Well...hm. I guess I'll just have to give you a better way of getting away. Hold still a second, this is gonna take a little bit..." He reached toward her again, and Floor, still in shock at her new powers of speech remained where she was, waiting. What was he going to do?
Suddenly Floor felt her body lift into the air. Her feet drifted up and off of his palm, and she rose higher into the air until she found herself suspended there, face to face with the strange man. The man who had to be more than he appeared. He appeared to be pointing at her, as if his motion, his magic held her aloft. The man let his hand drop to his side however, and Floor remained in the air. She stared back at the man, feet danging, wiggling in mid-air. He had a pleasant face. Oddly enough, Floor couldn't seem to pinpoint his age. While he looked young, perhaps not even twenty, there was something in the way he looked at her that felt heavy. As if everything about him exuded the pressure of years, centuries he'd spent walking the earth's surface.
It was while she studied his face that she realized she was moving toward him. The instant she noticed, her body stopped. Floor wished she was back on firm ground...and the instant the thought passed through her mind, her body began to float down, steadily progressing toward the ground.
"What...how am I doing this?" she asked, not sure if she was surprised more by her ability to speak, or her apparent new power of levitation.
The man chuckled and he waved a hand about. The movement disturbed the still air, sending currents toward Floor, but she found her course hardly disturbed, and continued her descent down. "I gave you the power to...think and move. You won't be able to outpace someone like me, not if I were running, but in a pinch you can merely...will your body quickly out of harms way. As fast as you can think it, your body can head into motion. It's probably far more efficient than all that hopping you tried to do when you were running...well, hopping away. Hah. Frogs don't really run do they? Jump and hop, yes...run, no. Perhaps a meandering lope if you're slow...no, that's not right. Oh you swim!" It was amazing how easily he digressed from one topic to another. "But yes. If you want to go up, you go up. If you want to go left, you go left. You could even loop-dee-loop I bet!"
"Thank you," she said simply, finding that even with her power of speech, she didn't have much to say to this very large, strange man who had altered her so much. It was too much, too fast. She was having a hard time catching up with so much. She'd escaped her tank, jumped down so very far, eaten a rather delicious cricket, and escaped the pet store. Then she'd nearly been stepped on, chased by a giant, then caught by the giant, given the power to speak, and now fly?
Goodness, it was so much for a little frog to absorb.
The man seemed to think that his job was done however. He'd gotten his forgiveness, and given her not one, but two gifts! Surely she was better enhanced for it and wouldn't need anything else. So Frei, a long forgotten god of mechanical innovation, wandered off into the night and disappeared, leaving behind a very tiny, hovering frog that croaked quietly in the night.
First Person Sample: I love flying. I never dreamed of doing so, because I was a frog, and frogs don't fly, they hop. I didn't know what I was missing. So. Much. Fun. All I have to do is think, "I want to go that way!" and off I go! Zoooooooooom!~ It's not very fast compared to all the humans that walk around, but I can escape from a cat! And most birds! I'm at least fast enough to get away and hide so they can't eat me. I don't want to be eaten. Or stepped on. Just thinking about it makes my heart go thump-thump-thump really really fast. So scary.
._.;
Preferred Quarters: The closer to deck three, the better, as Floor will spend most of her time in the forest.
Age: Oh god I'm 25 now D:
Username: ramiah
Email: iaimtomisbehave@gmail.com
IM: SucrePluie
Have you seen the movie Running Scared with Paul Walker?: Fuck yes!
Character Name: Floor!
Background: Floor is a small orange-thighed tree frog from Australia. As she's very young, she's very small, and was brought to a pet store soon after she was born. However, Floor felt she was destined for adventure, and while she was still small enough to wriggle through, she made her way through a small opening in her tank and escaped. At night she made slow and steady progress past the cricket bins (stopping to only to catch a meal on the go) to the back door where she took her first hop of freedom.
As luck would have it, immediately upon exiting the pet store, Floor was nearly stepped upon. The foot belonged to a near-forgotten god of mechanical innovation by the name of Frei. At the very last instant, Frei sensed the smallest life force beneath his foot and paused. Upon moving his foot, he saw the small frog sitting there and immediately crouched down to apologize. And then apologize more. To ask for forgiveness. Beg for forgiveness. Frei didn't stop apologizing for half an hour.
Eventually Frei realized he wasn't getting his forgiveness because Floor couldn't speak. Well, that was easily fixed. Frei couldn't do much, especially things that weren't associated with mechanical devices and inventions, but he could give the small frog the ability to speak. Frei enjoyed modifying things when he worked, however, and didn't stop there. Well if she could talk, perhaps she should also have a better way to escape the next time someone tried to step on her. If he had a few days he might be able to build something small and delicate for her...spring loaded feet to make her jump higher, or a pair of wings so she could fly...lacking the materials, he settled for giving her the ability to levitate and fly. Surely with this ability, she'd be able to stay out of stepping range next time she was in danger of being trampled!
Floor was grateful for the changes, finding immediately that this mode of transportation was far more efficient and less tiring than hopping from one place to another. Frei left her there behind the petshop to her new life of exploration and adventure.
Appearance: Floor is an almost impossibly tiny tree frog the size of a human fingernail. She's a pale green color with a light yellow and white underbelly with yellow and black eyes.
Spoken/written languages: She can speak frog, of course, English with a slight Australian accent.
Abilities: Floor can learn human languages, which is unique for this little frog. She can also levitate and fly for several hours at a time, though she'll find it a bit wearying on board and limited in how long she can stay in midair.
Items: Floor has nothing. She is a frog. :| She has a bucket full of teeny tiny adorableness.
Third Person Sample: She had found the small opening at the top of her tank quite by accident. Floor had been moving steadily up a branch when something caught her eye. Was that--yes, it was! A cricket! However had it managed to make it's way up to the top of the tank without her noticing? At first the only thing that Floor could think was that the cricket did look rather delicious. It only took her a few moments to realize that if the cricket could escape, perhaps Floor could as well.
Inside her tiny frog heart, Floor felt the stirring of something wonderful. A hope that perhaps she could lead her life somewhere outside the damp dirt floor and glass walls of her artificially warmed prison. She didn't know what she would find outside the glass tank, but surely it was better than what she had here. Unlike other frogs, Floor felt there was more to be had from life than regular meals and the chance of becoming the pet of a small child. No, Floor wanted more, and with that in mind, she leapt for the opening.
She landed against the glass wall of the tank, but not before her fingers caught the top edge of the opening. She scrambled against the slick surface with her back legs and pulled herself up and through the opening. The cricket hopped frantically, hoping to escape its fate as Floor's lunch, but it's efforts were in vain. Floor pounced on the insect, gobbling it down quickly with satisfaction.
Now that she was on top of the tank rather than inside, Floor felt that stirring in her heart bloom into full-fledged excitement. She was free of her glass room and the entire world was laid before her. All she had to do was--oh goodness! Floor had slowly hopped her way to the edge of the tank, where she peered over the edge to find that the ground was quite far down from where she sat. Well, perhaps it wasn't so far...if she was very brave and just jumped before she let the fear overtake her!
Floor gulped, took one last look at the tank where she had lived her entire life thus far, and then leaped from her perch down to the floor. She hit the ground with such force that she felt her entire world shake, and as she sat there in shock, Floor realized the continued shaking was in fact the force of her tiny heart beating inside her. The fall had been exhilarating and entirely terrifying. It was also the most empowering thing she had done in her tiny froggy life. The moment she could regain coordination of her back legs, Floor was off again, hopping madly toward the open doorway where she had seen the pet shop employees retrieve crickets. It wouldn't hurt to grab a couple more on her way to the outside world.
Of course, after a second cricket Floor found she was full. Without a single backward glance, she headed for the emergency exit at the back of the hallway, wiggled underneath the door and into the night.
Floor was, well, floored. The outside world was nothing like she had imagined. The trees were far bigger than the branches in her tank! And there was so little dirt on the ground. In fact, Floor found that there wasn't even any tile to hop upon, but some uneven grey surface she didn't like very much. Cautiously, she hopped forward again, looking up past the bright street lamp (which was not at all unlike the lights above her tank or the lights in the pet store) to a bright glowing orb in...was this the sky? This vast emptiness above her? It seemed to shimmer and sparkle even in this darkness.
The glimmering sky and bright streetlamp disappeared suddenly as something blocked their light and loomed over Floor. Oh god what was this thing that was about to crush her into this unwelcoming grey ground?
Floor could sense the immensity and heaviness of the thing that grew closer to her, and for an instant she felt it touch her back. Her panic only held her motionless beneath, lamenting her short lived freedom with bitterness. That she should find her end only after and indeed, because she reached for something she wanted was cruel.
However, just as quickly as Floor felt the touch of the object to her tiny body, she felt it lift away. Floor looked up to see it had been a foot, attached to a quickly retreating body. A man. Perhaps he had seen her? Even if he hadn't seen her, perhaps he'd lost his balence and that was why she hadn't been crushed? She didn't know what had happened to turn her imminent death aside, but Floor wouldn't waste this second opportunity. As fast as she could, Floor began hopping away, trying to keep to the corner where the wall of the building met the ground. She moved, jumped, and frantically tried to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man.
Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain. The space between them was quickly lessened as the man scrambled on hands and knees after her, trying to catch her in his hands each time she jumped into the air. Oh god, what did he want? He hadn't killed her, why couldn't he just leave her alone?
Too late. Floor had hopped herself into a frenzy, and still panicked, she couldn't escape his hands as they closed around her. She felt him raise her up in the enclosure of his hands, and shift still as he rose to his feet. In the darkness Floor sat still, heart beating wildly waiting for the first opportunity to escape. His hands parted, letting in the slightest beam of moonlight an instant before he hovered over the opening, peering in at the small frog. Floor stared up into that single eye and trembled.
"I'm so so so so soooo sorry little frog," he breathed out, sounding slightly panicked himself. "It's just you were so small and I'm so big and I didn't see you because it's so dark and I know the moon is out and it's bright but really who could blame me for not noticing you?" Floor continued to stare, shocked now as his words rushed out. She barely had time to absorb them before he continued. "And I mean you're not just small, you're tiny and god I'm so sorry I almost squished you. That would have been so horrible and I would have felt bad for like, forever." He paused for a breath, and slowly opened his hands the tiniest bit more. It was a large enough opening for Floor to hop through, but all of his rambling had calmed her somehow. She stayed still, still looking up at him.
He continued.
"You have to forgive me for almost stepping on you little frog. I swear I didn't mean to almost kill you, and if you don't forgive me I'm going to feel so guilty for being so careless. Usually I'm so good about not stepping on things! I hop right over and ahaha I said hop. Like you. Hee. But seriously you have to--" He broke off abruptly. The man opened his hands further, and then began laughing. "I'm so stupid. Really. No wonder I'm...well...hah. Asking you to forgive me and you can't even...oh geez. Here we should really fix that otherwise I'll just keep talking myself into circles." Shifting Floor into the palm of one hand, the man reached toward her with one finger pointed at her, touched her lightly on the head--
Floor's felt something shift.
She couldn't explain it. It wasn't as if something had awoken inside her, it wasn't as if something had been released...rather, something had been added. Something new and foreign and...enticing?
"What?" she asked in a small piping voice. Her eyes, wide as they seemed already, opened further it seemed as she croaked in surprise. She opened her mouth once more, and again, that strange sound came out. "Hello?"
The man seemed pleased and nodded. "Hello, little frog. Do you like my gift? Is it enough? Will you forgive me?"
Floor found this so strange, but with the man's soothing voice she only reveled in the newness of it. "It is enough," she replied, marveling at her voice. It sounded...it sounded like her. She couldn't explain how she knew, but it fit. "I forgive you."
"Good, good," he continued, smiling down at her. "You're awfully small, and your voice is very small too...it won't be enough to make yourself known if you're about to get trampled again..." He paused, considering this. "I could make you a pair of spring loaded super hopping feet so you could jump really high...they'd have to see you then, or maybe a little pair of mechanical wings so that you can swoop out of their way...it would only take a few weeks but..." The man trailed off, shaking his head. "Your body is too small, too frail for anything I could make. You're too organic for mechanics. Hah, that rhymed! Well...hm. I guess I'll just have to give you a better way of getting away. Hold still a second, this is gonna take a little bit..." He reached toward her again, and Floor, still in shock at her new powers of speech remained where she was, waiting. What was he going to do?
Suddenly Floor felt her body lift into the air. Her feet drifted up and off of his palm, and she rose higher into the air until she found herself suspended there, face to face with the strange man. The man who had to be more than he appeared. He appeared to be pointing at her, as if his motion, his magic held her aloft. The man let his hand drop to his side however, and Floor remained in the air. She stared back at the man, feet danging, wiggling in mid-air. He had a pleasant face. Oddly enough, Floor couldn't seem to pinpoint his age. While he looked young, perhaps not even twenty, there was something in the way he looked at her that felt heavy. As if everything about him exuded the pressure of years, centuries he'd spent walking the earth's surface.
It was while she studied his face that she realized she was moving toward him. The instant she noticed, her body stopped. Floor wished she was back on firm ground...and the instant the thought passed through her mind, her body began to float down, steadily progressing toward the ground.
"What...how am I doing this?" she asked, not sure if she was surprised more by her ability to speak, or her apparent new power of levitation.
The man chuckled and he waved a hand about. The movement disturbed the still air, sending currents toward Floor, but she found her course hardly disturbed, and continued her descent down. "I gave you the power to...think and move. You won't be able to outpace someone like me, not if I were running, but in a pinch you can merely...will your body quickly out of harms way. As fast as you can think it, your body can head into motion. It's probably far more efficient than all that hopping you tried to do when you were running...well, hopping away. Hah. Frogs don't really run do they? Jump and hop, yes...run, no. Perhaps a meandering lope if you're slow...no, that's not right. Oh you swim!" It was amazing how easily he digressed from one topic to another. "But yes. If you want to go up, you go up. If you want to go left, you go left. You could even loop-dee-loop I bet!"
"Thank you," she said simply, finding that even with her power of speech, she didn't have much to say to this very large, strange man who had altered her so much. It was too much, too fast. She was having a hard time catching up with so much. She'd escaped her tank, jumped down so very far, eaten a rather delicious cricket, and escaped the pet store. Then she'd nearly been stepped on, chased by a giant, then caught by the giant, given the power to speak, and now fly?
Goodness, it was so much for a little frog to absorb.
The man seemed to think that his job was done however. He'd gotten his forgiveness, and given her not one, but two gifts! Surely she was better enhanced for it and wouldn't need anything else. So Frei, a long forgotten god of mechanical innovation, wandered off into the night and disappeared, leaving behind a very tiny, hovering frog that croaked quietly in the night.
First Person Sample: I love flying. I never dreamed of doing so, because I was a frog, and frogs don't fly, they hop. I didn't know what I was missing. So. Much. Fun. All I have to do is think, "I want to go that way!" and off I go! Zoooooooooom!~ It's not very fast compared to all the humans that walk around, but I can escape from a cat! And most birds! I'm at least fast enough to get away and hide so they can't eat me. I don't want to be eaten. Or stepped on. Just thinking about it makes my heart go thump-thump-thump really really fast. So scary.
._.;
Preferred Quarters: The closer to deck three, the better, as Floor will spend most of her time in the forest.