You could be anyone, anywhere, anywhen. Anywho,the main point is that you're all living your various possibly normal lives to begin with. Of course, you need not be normal. In fact, it's almost preferable you're not normal.
Then, somehow, you find yourself with a device. A program. A convenient touch screen on a river. Whatever it is, it connects you to a world beyond your own. Several, in fact.
((Basically: if Skype could talk over dimensions (alternative, something something Homestuck). And possibly other internet type things, who knows.
The only definite rule which I am not breaking until I find a good way to handle physical crossovers: No physical crossovers.
That said, aside from that, knock yourself out! Make your own plots and relations and stuff, I don't mind. In fact, I could in theory step out and let a sufficiently dedicated playerbase just run itself. Of course, I doubt I'll be that lucky, so I won't mind making a character myself.))
Reina sighs as she comes home for the first time in a while. She smiles at the same old house: simple and unassuming, but it s a certain charm to it, and the furniture is very comfortable.
“Ahh~ It feels good to be back. Shame Mom and Dad aren't around. What terrible timing, I suppose, but it can't be helped.”
Who is this Reina character? Just a simple Specialist in the good old U.S. Army. Well... a bit in the future. And from Japan, of all places. But really, that's not all that relevant right now, for she's off-duty! Glorious day! Er... yeah. Glorious day. Home and such.
Anyways, Reina does in fact have an appearance, so one might as well want to know it. Well, we'll tell it without even having her look in a mirror. She's a bit tall, has a sharp and somewhat war-weary face with short black hair and big brown eyes, and... well. She honestly mostly looks average. But she doesn't mind. She cares more about her work than her looks.
In any event, Reina first gets changed into something more casual and comfortable: a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. After that, she does a bit of housekeeping, if only out of habit- her parents keep the place pretty tidy.
And when she's finally done with that, she hops onto her computer and starts checking things out. A few emails from friends and such and... wait a minute. Was that desktop icon always there? No... No, it wasn't. So Reina gets a bit suspicious. But then, perhaps out of sheer stupidity, she decides to open it. Surprisingly, her screen doesn't fill with ads and popups. Instead, a simple window appears, with a small interface that looks like a video chat interface of some sort, as well as a list of users that currently numbers at two, though Reina isn't sure if one of them is her.
Shrugging, she clicks on one of the names, resulting in a short little waiting dialogue before she's greeted by a very, very strange voice. And an equally strange image.
”Hello there! Is this thing working? Whatever this thing is~”
The voice is clearly female, a playful and somewhat mysterious young lady. But there's something... wrong about it. Reina can't tell why, but it certainly isn't human. It doesn't help that the owner looks fairly bizarre. She looks like a young lady, dressed with some sort of blue top with white sleeves-- Reina can't see her lower body, so she has no idea what she's wearing down there. This lady has short, blue hair, of all things (though perhaps it's a wig?), and is holding an umbrella. An umbrella with a large eye and mouth painted on, the latter of which appears to have a very real and very large tongue coming out of it. Worse, it moves. Even worse is the girl's face. Her right side is normal, and she has a blue eye there. But her left side appears to be zombified, and her eye glows red.
Suffice to say, Reina is more than a little surprised by this, and stares at the screen, not realizing that the girl is on a background of forest or that her own video feed is in the corner.
The strange girl raises an eyebrow at Reina's silence.
“Oi, are you going to say something?”
Reina finally stammers out a response.
“W-what the h-heck is this? And what are y-you?”
“Eheheh, beats me. Some sort of chat thing, I assume. But with magic. And as for me...”
The strange... thing does a spin and an elegant flourish.
“My name is Marie Hel. Shapeshifting nightmare incarnate, and I do mean that literally. A pleasure to meet you, stranger!”
To say Reina looks and sounds incredulous is an understatement. Eventually, however, she manages to muster up a:
“H-hello. I'm R-Reina. Nice to meet you?”