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Post by desjardins on Dec 28, 2017 22:43:09 GMT -5
Ok, I’m in the mood to rp so I’m gonna set a scenario:
The world has been ravaged by an antibiotic-resistant strain of the Bubonic Plague. Civilization as we know it has given way to nomadic caravans and shantytowns. The people are paranoid—those that were “lucky” enough to survive infection are scarred, particularly around the lymph nodes, and find themselves hated and feared. The majority of people are young adults or middle aged; children and the elderly don’t last long.
Dawn re-enters the New Salem Settlement through the front gates—one of three entrances in the haphazardly built wooden defensive walls. Her black hair is shaved close to her head, and her baby blue eyes are underlined by deep violet half-moons. Dawn’s skin is freckled, as well as a disturbing shade of translucent white. She uses the Massachusetts winter cold as an excuse to readjust her scarf, self-consciously covering the discolored flesh that marks her as a once-carrier of the Sickness. The ratty backpack she carries is heavy with scrap and salvage from what once was.
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