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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 12:57:50 GMT -5
Fire or ice? How's it going to end? Everyone's got their theories. Myself, though, I never bothered over it. I had more important things to worry about like paying bills and maintaining a proper job. Now - sitting next to the fire, in the dead of winter - it's all I can think about. My eyes go blank and I almost forget about the cold chill seeping through layers of wool clothes. I'm lost in my own thoughts, pouring over all the information I'd stumbled upon before. To be honest, I'm still unsure. It's easy to say ice, what with this blasted winter. Too many of us have shut their eyes for the last time, overcome by an everlasting slumber. They'll lay there and freeze solid, the warmth - that internal fire that keeps us all going - snuffed out by one gust too many of a chilled wind.
I think, though- I think you have to remember what caused all this. That damned volcano hiding underneath Yellowstone. Sitting quietly, waiting for this world to just start getting good before making its grand appearance. If there is one person to be blamed for the destruction of mankind, it's Ms. Nature. I think she knew, right from the start, where all of this was headed. The sin, the killing, the plague that is human life. I think she knew we were our own worst nightmare. That's why she placed it there - the super volcano. A countdown for the end - an expiration date written in fire and ash. It was the shinning beacon of death that led our way down the trail of ruin. It's plume of black ash consumed this world, bringing the winter. It contaminated our waters, drained life from our crops. It brought war to a devastated landscape. Turned us on our own.
And if that wasn't enough, it took another form. This time making sure it purged Earth of its scourge. It became a fever. One so powerful it burned the last of humanity out of one's person, leaving them a husk with one mission - to serve its stomach, to satisfy its hunger. Turning the last shred of humankind on itself, those taken by the fever became a pawn. They'd cleanse the Earth by eating it's own people. It's downright terrifying witnessing faces you knew in past lives look at you with an unspeakable lust for hunger- knowing you were their only hope of redemption. God forbid you run into one of their packs.
Fire, to say the least, is a right fine scapegoat for answering our age old question.
"The start of something new, something . . horrible."
(about)
Well, hello! As you can probably already tell, this is a dystopian roleplay. The super volcano underneath Yellowstone National Park has wreaked its havoc and sent the world into its sixth major Ice Age. Clouds of ash have destroyed crops and contaminated waters. Wars erupted all over the world for the last of its available resources. Mankind is at its last straw when a epidemic strikes, sending people into a rage. These infected hunt the last living people and animals - viewing them as their soul source of food. Think zombie but living, breathing, very-much-alive zombies. Zombies with feels because - though the fever has pretty much burned the soul out of them - they do retain some form of humanity. They travel in packs and establish bonds with each other as you or any other would. The focus of our rp is those survivors who have not been turned. They weave their way through dilapidated ruins, dodging these packs, trying to survive. "There's a new order and however harsh it may be - your forced to live by it every time you draw breath."
(rules)
Sadly, there are rules to follow.
1) Be kind and courteous. I expect cheeriness at all times. No exceptions. Haha. But seriously, I know that - due to the nature the content our rp will be focused on - we'll get pretty heavy sometimes. We will have all of the feels for all of the characters. Please and try to be uplifting. Support your fellow rper and create a hospitable community.
2) Abide by forum rules! Nothing too gory or explicit.
3) No godmodding, powerplaing, mary/gary charries, etc. Be realistic! Sure, we'll test the waters and stretch limits but, overall, this should be believable.
4) I will not be restricting anyone from joining. I just ask that you produce a good paragraph of solid in-character material. Honestly, it's quality over quantity and I understand that we all haven't got the muse to produce a small novel every time we get on. Just try to put forth some effort. It really does go a long way. "There are too many paths to follow with little to no information on their outcome. Just pick one and try your luck."
(plots n' stuff)
So, if we've got an idea or plot suggestion, I'll put that tad bit of information here.
Plots
1) I've been looking forward to a good sibling duo. I've got an idea for a plot that two siblings, separated by their parent's divorce, are brought together again and forced to look past their differences to survive. If you're interested, just message me! I only ask that you be an active member of this rp. (blackbird's song & мegaloмanιa) twins - (blackbird's song & stormsong)
Ideas
1) The disease is known by many names - The White Death being the most common. It is spread by bite or by the exchange of bodily fluids. Those infected possess a hunger too overwhelming to ignore. They will attack and devour any living thing within sight. They have even been as desperate as to attack their own kind. While under its spell, they move as though possessed by something else. They're mannerisms are animalistic in nature.
2) Oregon is on the outskirts of the radius hypothesized to be within reach of Yellowstone's first wave of ash, presumably right after it erupts. There is reason to believe that towns and cities here would have been blanketed with feet of ash, enough to topple buildings under its weight. Because of this, most structures in Oregon are more dilapidated than those of regions father north. Many would be nothing but small heaps of wood by now.
3) The Yellowstone incident took place almost two years prior to the present day events in this roleplay. Things have since settled - more or less. Dangers are still abundant in this new world and survival is thought impossible, especially with the number of infected roaming the wastelands of human civilization.
4) The infected have been known to form packs and strategize. They hunt or ambush there prey as any other predator would.
5) Infected cannot talk. The easiest and fastest way to tell if someone is not infected is to have them say something. Because of this the phrase, "Speak your name," has become popular among the surviving folk. "Will you have us?"
(joining & charries)
You looking to join? Fantastic! //flails// We're happy to have you. ^^ Just post a short character description and jump on in. I'll post their names here and where they are at in the rp group-wise and, um, alive-wise.
Benjamin "Ben" Howard Hughes (blackbird's song)
Bradley Charles Hughes (stormsong)
Finley "Finn" Joanne Riggs (blackbird's song)
Kamari "Marley" Lynn Riggs (мegaloмanιa)
Montgomery Leon (antpelts)
Finley Ackerman (antpelts)
Marietta "Mitzi" Durand (bigbadwolf)
Briar Ashlock (ѕтαякιт)
Theodore "Theo" Clarke (ѕтαякιт)
"What's our purpose? What left have we got to live for?"
(inspiration)
Got some inspiration to share with us all? I, myself, have a Pinterest account full of it for this rp. If it's a song, some art or photography, tell me and I'll try my best to spread the news here. "Jus' more bad news."
(news)
It is here that I'll talk about where everything is plot-wise.
The setting is Milton, Oregon. Somewhere along the west coast. Any connections to an actual place in Oregon are purely coincidental! I do not live there. I've just been binge-watching the crap out of Gravity Falls.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 13:01:24 GMT -5
blackbird's songFinley "Finn" Joanne Riggs
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Relations: Deceased mother Dianna Davies and estranged sibling Kamari "Marley" Lynn Riggs
Faceclaim: Nadja Auermann
Appearance: Finley's 5'11" - tall but thin in figure. She's especially long legs - winning most of the races of her youth - and a lanky physique. Dark, sunken eyes adorn her face - adding years to an otherwise young person. They're a stark blue and compliment her pale complexion well. A short mess of blonde hair sits atop her head, stretching no further than the tops of her ears.
Personality: In three words - Finley is realistic(she's very much here and now, she doesn't try and hide what she doesn't want to see), reflective(she expresses a lot of the same emotions she receives from others, she's empathetic), and assertive(she's got a really strong personality, she makes her own decisions).
Backstory: Finley grew up in a divided household. After her parents' divorce she went to live with her mother Dianna in Oregon. Her older sibling, Marley, left to stay with their father. Visits were few and far between, becoming less common as the years passed. As time stretched, she came to know this other side of her family as passing strangers - giving up on them entirely as she neared her sophomore year in high school. It was around this time things started to become complicated. Money was tight and she was more often then not in with the law. After hearing news her mother's health was ailing, she dropped from high school and opted for a job, finding some sense of stability and support for the both of them. Unfortunately, Dianna passed shortly before the event at Yellowstone. Her funeral was days before. Finley now travels the countryside with her sibling, at odds with the discord in their family.
Blake Ilene Thomas
Age: 28
Gender: Female
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Benjamin "Ben" Howard Hughes
Age: 23
Gender: male
Relations: He's devoted to his twin brother Bradley Charles Hughes. There isn't very much he wouldn't do to protect him.
Faceclaim: -- (wip)
Appearance: Ben stands average at 5'10" with a stocky build and broad shoulders. In his youth, a mop of blonde locks swayed just over his eyes. They darken with time, though, becoming more of a drab brown. With this new look, he's taken to growing out a small stubble which lengthens every day. He's a pair of pale green eyes and a dark - tanned - complexion.
Personality: Of the two, Ben is more brawn than brain. He relies on a heavy hand to fight most of his fights and doesn't hesitate to throw his weight around. He's extremely skeptical to those he's unfamiliar with and otherwise loyal to those who have worked past those differences. He's quick to act but quiet in his execution - making most of what he does unexpected if you are not used to his ways. He's very abrasive and not easily swayed by kind words.
Backstory: If there is one thing that has remained constant in his life, it has been his brother. The two have been inseparable since birth. Growing up in the Georgian country, he and his brother floated from town to town - state to state - looking for work with decent pay. After hearing news of their uncle Harvey's logging business, they moved west to Oregon - spotting two jobs in their relative's company. It has been two years since the transition and - in that time - his uncle has since passed, Yellowstone's super volcano has erupted, and the world has ended. Still, though, he's his brother's shoulder to lean on.
Etc.: He's taken to the habit of smoking and has never quite mastered the art of swimming. He's petrified of large bodies of water. Ben suffers from pyromania. At a young age, he showed the signs. After multiple close calls and a few nods to the local police department, he was forced from home, tugging his brother along after him.
Malachi Murphy Jones
Age: 32
Gender: Male
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antpeltsMontgomery Leon ; he/him
Montgomery is on the shorter side, this could be attributed to the fact his family members are a bit shorter and could possibly be partially caused due to him being trans. He began his transition fairly young, in middle school. Come high school he was on hormones. Through regular workouts he’s begun to get a bit stronger, something he’s always wanted to do. He’s a bit stockier over all and is a bit on the tanner side with freckles over his face, back, and arms. His eyes are a muddy green color and his hair, a bit of an undercut but he doesn’t trim the sides often, is a reddish brown. He wears two earrings in each ear and is missing his right arm starting right above the elbow. Montgomery doesn’t really like to talk about it, or other personal things. He hasn’t let it hold him back though, he strives to succeed and loves to be in control of anything. He was raised in a multilingual household and learned French at a very young age. Montgomery isn't sure of his sexuality but he likes other boys.
Finley Ackerman ; they/them
Finley is averagely tall at around five feet and eleven inches tall. They have a bit more masculine build with wider shoulders. For a while they were on the shorter, stockier side until they hit a growth spurt later in high school. They're a bit on the lankier side, since leaving school they became more focused on health. It was already hard to find jeans and dresses that complimented their body type so they started to go on runs and to the gym a lot more. They're on the tanner side, as their mom was Hispanic, even if their name doesn't really sound like it. Finley was their chosen name actually and Ackerman was their dad's last name so really the only hold they have on their Hispanic heritage is their skin tone. Their hair's grown out a bit, though shorter than a bob, just long enough to pull into a small ponytail but short enough to be seen as a traditionally "male" haircut. Finley's hair is a mess of curls and nearly black in color, it's very thick and usually, really soft. They have a few freckles flecked over their cheeks, not very noticeable from far away. Since birth, Finley has been missing their left leg from the knee down and has opted for a prosthetic over a wheelchair, they just prefer to not feel like they burdened people by needing help with a chair. Their eyes are a muddy brown with spots of green- slight heterochromia. Finley's wardrobe is very large and variable, from dresses to skinny jeans. Finley just loves to love. They're incredibly sweet and love all things soft, leaving them shy and prone to stay quiet in conversation. They were raised in an average household but felt unable to come out until they'd left, their parents always suspected something, they just assumed their kid was gay. Which was partially right. They feel like they have too much love to give, stopping everything to tend to anyone they can, getting behind in work, studies, or even personal upkeep. Finley is that person who will stay on the phone with you at 4 am after you've had a nightmare. Anger isn't really an emotion they know or can really process, sometimes they feel anger but never have they expressed it. They never want to lash out or hurt anyone. Alongside that, they tend to internalize their sad feelings. They'd rather help other people feel happy, they're not very sure on how to accept help for themselves. Finley is pansexual.
bigbadwolfMarietta "Mitzi" Durand
faceclaim: allisson scagliotti______________________________________________
27 years old
she/her
bisexual (preference for girls)
marietta's hair is dark brown, hanging down to her midback, with warm, brown eyes to match. she stands at 5'10", which might be intimidating if she had any visible muscle. that certainly does not stop this girl from trying to be scary, anyways. clad in a black leather jacket, she's always trying to seem more bitter and spooky than she in fact, is. mitzi is a wild card type party girl. spontaneous, multiple partners, and of course, she drinks. a lot. too much, actually, until the apocalypse happened. that kind of put a damper on things. so any outbursts of anger could very easily be the side effect of detoxing. otherwise, this girl is the kind to always make a joke out of everything, never seeming to take anything too seriously. she's also pretty irresponsible, and can make some pretty stupid decisions. thankfully, mitzi is quick on her feet in actually tough situations, and somehow manages to scrape by most times. however, she is definitely not the ideal person to have around during the ice age. other notable traits could be her facade of narcissism and selfishness. expect a lot confident flirting from her as well. ѕтαяBriar Ashlock [ 19 // Female]Briar certainly fits her role as an heiress. With light golden hair and smooth, pale skin complimented by a pair of mesmerizing green eyes, she can fit into the 'pretty' category fairly easily. She stands at 5'5" and has a slim, athletic build. Briar is a smart girl, with a quick mind and sharp tongue. She doesn't talk too much though, as she prefers to keep to herself. She doesn't trust many people, and she has a short temper which may put off any people willing to befriend her. She is willing to do almost anything to survive. Briar's father owned a thriving company that was promised to her. She loved her father very much, and they were the best of friends. Then the volcano erupted. Snow covered the ground, and dozens of countries went to war, destroying the city where she lived. Then the disease. Panic spread as more and more citizens showed symptoms and became shells of the humans they once were. And Briar's father was one of those citizens. She was heartbroken as he ordered her to run away and live. And she did. The first week she lived on the outskirts of the city, eating anything she could find and sleeping anywhere she could. One night, she happened to find an old storm cellar. A storm raged and come morning, the doors were covered by two feet of heavy snow. Briar thought for sure the days in the cellar would be her last. Then a miracle happened. Whether by luck or fate, she was found by Theodore. Over the next months the pair became close, and he taught her how to hunt, run and survive. The two decided to stay together and they've done so ever since. Kamari Lynn Riggs 26 years of age American (English speaker; dabbled in Spanish and German) Afab (she/her; doesn’t mind other pronouns/ is occasionally confused as male/nb) Panromantic; sexuallity unknown due to low sex drive. Personally known for a slight preference for women; though it’s not particularly obvious as she doesn’t often greet people with the tip.
Appearance;;
Height: 5’11
Build: Lingers between 175 and 160 pounds. She’s a chaotic between a vaguely curvy figure and a fit, slim build. A subtle pudge sticks to her stomach and thighs in soft, unimpressive curves. Her arms and legs are leanly muscled. An adequate build for someone who, while the terrain requires a great ability in climbing, running, etc., still dips their toes in copious amounts of laziness and overindulging when they can afford it. She’s a nervous binge eater, and where her tactics remain in scaling high places and staying put, she isn’t all around fit. This disproportionate muscle to chub ratio is not dependable. And while she can hold her own in a scuffle, she relies on stealth, speed, technique, and distance more so than strength. She’d put up a fair fight, but she’s not one you’d expect to ever see come out on top in hand to hand combat. Note: due to this imbalance and lack of a focused core, she isn’t the most coordinated nor balanced, and while she isn’t the most clumsy, she is prone to easy damage in the fact that it is hard for her to recover when thrown off balance.
Hair color / style: dirty, varied blondes / an outgrown top cut/undercut. Her hair now meets her shoulder-blades, usually pulled back in a messy bun or a careless braid. [ Mild, natural curls, and maintained on the left.]
Eye color: a nearly cloudy, pale olive green.
Facial structure: sharp and dark are appropriate descriptors of the majority of her features. Brows, lips, and nose are all angular. The average between thick and thin, her lips are not particularly luscious or bloodless; her bottom lip is slightly thicker than the top, a pale, chapped pink and often stretched in a sh*t-eating smirk. Her face is thin, but soft cheeks and a defined jawline nearly mask this fact. Wide yet cat-like eyes and a plethora of varying spatterings of freckles conflict the eye in determining whether the girl is one of innocence or malice.
Etc.: Equipped with worn, duct taped sneakers, a striped, gray jacket, jeans, and a stained ballcap, she looks like a proper homeless girl. She sacrifices good looks and proper attire for comfort and convenience when it comes to her clothing choices, and because of this she is not the most protected by her attire. Flexible and easy to acquire, however, is surplus. She wears a turquoise, flannel button-down beneath her jacket, albeit, the article is far from proper, having split at the seams around her shoulders due to the stress of climbing and other labor-intensive duties. Because of this, it is sleeveless, and thus, frequently replaced by her jacket as a ‘shirt,’ no matter freezing temperatures or sweltering heat. An old, tattered scarf covers her mouth, nose, neck, cheeks, and the majority of her ears; an attempt at protection from the sun, dust, snow, unpleasant smells, and quick identification. She is a thief, and when stealing from others comes with consequence, it is best to be as unidentifiable as possible; even so, the girl can be easily recognized by a deep, pink tear in the helix of her left ear. The palm and final two digits of her left hand are marred by once severe burn scars, and in such, she cannot properly maintain a strong grip. A faded indent of a white scar curls from beneath her right ear, trailing down the side of her jaw before dropping steeply towards the center of her throat; she keeps this covered both in the nature of her scarf and undisclosed reason; though mostly in the nature of the wastelands, as it serves as a warning to others of her untrustworthy nature. She has no tattoos or piercings.
Warning: personality is a shitstorm at the moment, so here’s a summary. If you wish for further explanation, then please continue. Thanks!
[-deflective] [-impulsive] [-versatile] [-realistic] -- Outwardly [ defensive] [-observative] [-analytical] [-manipulative] [-suave]/[-silver tongued] [-self interested] [-megalomanic] [-stubborn] [-distrusting] Has a [-God Complex]
[-Is a b**tch]
[-Likes outback chicken wings bc who doesn’t..is that a personality trait?]
[-She’s sort of like a soggy cheeto: absolutely useless and disappointing. But also a hangover without the fun of being drunk before hand. Just a lot of bad without any payout. Rip.]
.In Depth Personality Study. Riggs has her morals and standards but is nothing near a perfect specimen of the human race--further from it than one would assume from someone of her caliber. Her moral compass is intact, and it's a fairly straight one at that. However there is a difference between having a compass and using it. She is [-deflective] and [-impulsive] as she prefers to turn a blind eye or 'deflect' the feelings of others and herself. Afraid to emotionally connect with others, she prefers appearing numb and solid to the outside eye. Because of this lack of attachment, she is very [-versatile] by means of her state of mind and body, mostly due to her gorey past as an EMT. Therefore becoming impulsive in the nature of her own thoughts and actions in correlation to others, resulting in a very outwardly careless, offensive being. Marley is out there for herself, living in a 'me, myself, and I' state, her vexation seemingly condensed and served in larger doses. Her motives differ, and will not be discussed, only what she projects. And in it's rawest form, that is a monster, thick and gooey with a heavy layer of armor built upon from her insecurities, flaws, failures, and an eventual arrogance overlapped in the power and knowledge she believes she holds, formatted to egotistical and selfish mannerisms. She is [-realistic]--to a degree--given her impulsive nature, she speaks her mind without much thought, and in so would take little consideration for the ideals and feelings of others before proposing a realist's approach. However, in being so self-interested as she is, Marley is blind to her own limits and abilities, outright denying her flaws and insecurities. This creates a very [-short-fused, sensitive, and defensive] creature. Call it having a [-God Complex] in terms of her ability and self worth.
She is selfish and delusional in the means of her life-worth and power, yes, but cunning. She is very [-observative] creature, even if she doesn't always connect with other people and can't decode their actions/mindset, she is very [-analytical] and is often able to get what information she wants at the expense of a bit of back-bending. Because of this, Marley can be very [-manipulative], despite her temper and often unwilling mannerisms. In such, it is very easy for her to slip into several personas to fit her needs, typically the guise of an angelic woman on the flip of a dime--given she has the self-control and clear mind to do so. This isn't to say any affection or emotion she may dish out is in-genuine, but the girl is a 'man of many hats,' so to speak. Eloquence is key in her ways. Albeit, despite her analytical--if not rather introspectively bias-- disposition, Marley can be anything but. She is a rather rambunctious being, and when under pressure can burst at the seams. With the mind of one at the top of the world, she isn't the most professional nor serious person, often one to throw jeers, make inappropriate (in both circumstance and material) jokes, and boast unnecessarily when in happy company. In situations of high anxiety or frustration her facades will slip, and the [-suave silver tongue] is reduced to what she really is: a crippled mess, full of anger and crumbled self-fulfilling prophecies.
Despite being assertive, she refuses responsibility, as she is afraid of royally f**king up, and in so, often refuses to take group initiative. She's extremely [-self interested] and [-megalomanic] (heheh), but this only goes as far as her own ideals, as she prefers having her fate and health in her own hands. Because of this, she holds very [-stubborn] ideals when it comes to accepting the help and advice of others. She isn't the most stable person in her unhealthy mindset, despite the dexterity she encompasses, often making decisions that play off of her emotions and thoughts rather than playing into a bigger picture. Despite a suave if not [-snappy] demeanor, she is extremely unstable due to attributes above, and is very quick to anger. Because of this, she is often unpredictable in reaction time and imperial motivation. This makes Marley rather uncooperative, as well, her haughty demeanor only adding to her negative appeal. Don't be fooled, though. Marley could be considered very versatile to a group recollect, and though she may cause unneeded and unmeant damage, is known to squeeze out of undesirable situations with ease--if not at the expense of her companions. Few take a liking to or make an effort to know the girl, a very understandable thing. Because of this, however, she rarely extends a hand--let alone allows herself to become vulnerable to the affections and wills of another, thus creating a very unhealthy, self-sufficing cycle of deceit and vulnerability. In being so distrustful, Marley finds herself assuming everyone else is just as deceitful and ill-intended as she often is, making such befriending terms very hard to acquire. One has to ask themselves if the effort is worth the end game.
History;;
Marley grew up in a household divided, what her sister, Finley, wouldn’t know, however, was just how divided it was. Even before their divorce, Marley always had a certain bond with their father, Matthew. Despite a tough-love relationship with his daughters, Marley thrived under such sideways affection and scrutiny. Because of this, she very rarely made familial connections with her mother and sister, and could arguably have been distant from them even before she and Matthew moved two states away in Utah. By the age of 14 she departed from her mother and sister after a taxing court battle, leaving turmoil between she and Dianna. Family reunions were awkward, far and in between, but even still, grew more rare with her thinking detachment to her sister. Eventually efforts went solely into her personal interests, few relationships, and education/career path. She graduated from high school at the age of 17 after taking extensive summer classes. At the expense of many relationships, she got a scholarship for medical school, and after three years of training in medical school, she was a registered EMT, and continued in the profession while attempting to further her career. In so, she was striving to become a surgeon, however these plans were cut short in the event of her mother’s death. She traveled back to Oregon for the funeral of her mother, only for the world to, with all intensive purpose, end.
Et Cetera;;
Affiliation(s): Undisclosed to anyone of present, as she lost all contact with anyone she’d personally define as ‘important’. She travels with her sister Finley.
Supplies and other garbage: ❑ A oilcloth traveler’s bag . The straps are weathered, but dependable. The front buckles of two adjacent pockets are busted. Other than the occasional scuffing of materials and stains, the duffle is otherwise unscathed. ❑ A crumpled, once-wet drawing pad and a dull set of pencils and worn out markers. ❑ A homemade first aid kit: a small bottle of peroxide, cotton swabs, torn fabric of shirts, jeans, etc. that she used as bandages, several sewing needles, and fishing wire. A bottle of vodka is also stuffed inside the small canvas-bag of a medical kit, though not for consumption, more so sterilization. ❑ Two smartphones and a convertible solar charging & battery kit for the appliances (however these are particularly useless now, she carries it all, anyways) after raiding a Best Buy in the first weeks of the 'apocalypse'.
❑ An auxiliary cord and earphones/headphones is also in her possession. ❑ She owns three blades: a Gurkha Kukri, and (2) simple, black-handle, silver bladed knives. One straight edged and one serrated. ❑ She owns no alternative weapons, having no reliable income of ammunition. Instead she relies on her Kukri, self-sufficient snares, traps, and decoys.
❑ A lifetime's supply of twine and wire.
❑ She carries a can of Mace at her hip. ❑ She keeps a bag of old meat (bait) and fishing hooks in a box in her duffle--versatility, she insists ❑ A large box of matches. ❑ A small, portable radio. She doesn’t own any means of communication, but she tries to keep up with ulterior motive of anyone who might, even if she doesn’t come into contact with others. ❑ A bottle of various pills, such as general antibiotics, Advil and other pain killers, sedatives, etc. |
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Post by antpelts on Jul 30, 2016 13:22:18 GMT -5
(this seems super cool but i have to ask about LGBTQ+ characters. all my ocs fit under the umbrella in some way so i guess im asking if thatd be okay here, theres a trans character i want to use. as well as all my ocs are not straight in some way.)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 13:59:40 GMT -5
[ That is totally fine! c: I appreciate your concern but there's no need. Your charries are welcome here. ]
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Post by antpelts on Jul 30, 2016 14:15:54 GMT -5
(ah cool! id love to join in then. if two chars works i have two id love. then maybe if its not too much trouble you could post a starter?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 14:18:33 GMT -5
[ I'd love to, but it'd have to be when I get back. I'm headed out to the store soon. We needz the foods. Haha. I'll get one posted then, though.
Would you mind posting your charries names and a short description? It doesn't have to be anything fancy. I'll get mine posted soon as well. ]
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Post by antpelts on Jul 30, 2016 14:21:56 GMT -5
(thats ok and yeah ill have my chars posted real soon!)
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Post by stormsong on Jul 30, 2016 14:23:18 GMT -5
[Hi blackbird!! I have been craving a sibling duo, and I already loved the look of this, so I was hoping I could hop into that? I will post my character's name/description as soon as I can, maybe we can work out some at least genetic similarities or something between the two xD]
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Post by antpelts on Jul 30, 2016 14:27:43 GMT -5
Montgomery Leon ; he/him
Montgomery is on the shorter side, this could be attributed to the fact his family members are a bit shorter and could possibly be partially caused due to him being trans. He began his transition fairly young, in middle school. Come high school he was on hormones. Through regular workouts he’s begun to get a bit stronger, something he’s always wanted to do. He’s a bit stockier over all and is a bit on the tanner side with freckles over his face, back, and arms. His eyes are a muddy green color and his hair, a bit of an undercut but he doesn’t trim the sides often, is a reddish brown. He wears two earrings in each ear and is missing his right arm starting right above the elbow. Montgomery doesn’t really like to talk about it, or other personal things. He hasn’t let it hold him back though, he strives to succeed and loves to be in control of anything. He was raised in a multilingual household and learned French at a very young age. Montgomery isn't sure of his sexuality but he likes other boys.
Finley Ackerman ; they/them
Finley is averagely tall at around five feet and eleven inches tall. They have a bit more masculine build with wider shoulders. For a while they were on the shorter, stockier side until they hit a growth spurt later in high school. They're a bit on the lankier side, since leaving school they became more focused on health. It was already hard to find jeans and dresses that complimented their body type so they started to go on runs and to the gym a lot more. They're on the tanner side, as their mom was Hispanic, even if their name doesn't really sound like it. Finley was their chosen name actually and Ackerman was their dad's last name so really the only hold they have on their Hispanic heritage is their skin tone. Their hair's grown out a bit, though shorter than a bob, just long enough to pull into a small ponytail but short enough to be seen as a traditionally "male" haircut. Finley's hair is a mess of curls and nearly black in color, it's very thick and usually, really soft. They have a few freckles flecked over their cheeks, not very noticeable from far away. Since birth, Finley has been missing their left leg from the knee down and has opted for a prosthetic over a wheelchair, they just prefer to not feel like they burdened people by needing help with a chair. Their eyes are a muddy brown with spots of green- slight heterochromia. Finley's wardrobe is very large and variable, from dresses to skinny jeans. Finley just loves to love. They're incredibly sweet and love all things soft, leaving them shy and prone to stay quiet in conversation. They were raised in an average household but felt unable to come out until they'd left, their parents always suspected something, they just assumed their kid was gay. Which was partially right. They feel like they have too much love to give, stopping everything to tend to anyone they can, getting behind in work, studies, or even personal upkeep. Finley is that person who will stay on the phone with you at 4 am after you've had a nightmare. Anger isn't really an emotion they know or can really process, sometimes they feel anger but never have they expressed it. They never want to lash out or hurt anyone. Alongside that, they tend to internalize their sad feelings. They'd rather help other people feel happy, they're not very sure on how to accept help for themselves. Finley is pansexual.
(i wanna apologize these are so long i can make them shorter if you need. i already had them typed though so i copy pasted.)
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Post by Prince on Jul 30, 2016 14:27:47 GMT -5
(hello blackbird :> ive been lurking here bc i was scared to post aha but i think i want in on this too! its a very neat concept! ill post my character here soon hopefully, but it might take me a while bc i dont know which one to use =m=)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 14:36:49 GMT -5
[ This'll probably be my last post before I poof!
Thanks, antpelts. c: Oh ho ho. Another Finley. Haha. I, too, have a charrie named Finley. Whoops, not sure if you saw that. I know the front's a clutter. Would that be okay - having two Finleys?
That'd be great, stormsong, and also a really good idea. I've got a plot - or background really - for the siblings as well. I can post that when I get back. Did you have any preferences or suggestions for the siblings?
Hey, prince! Aw, don't be scared. I'm a friendly. We'd love to have you, though! I look forward to seeing your charries. 
EDIT: The length's perfect, antpelts! By all means, type away. If you need a novel, write your novel! ]
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Post by antpelts on Jul 30, 2016 14:49:30 GMT -5
(crud i totally just grabbed fin from my character sheet i have. if youre ok with two i am? like i mean in fiction chars rarely have the same names but in real life you meet people who share names? maybe one goes by a nickname?)
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Post by stormsong on Jul 30, 2016 14:59:54 GMT -5
[No preferences, as far as suggestions go I don't have any right off the top of my head, I might have one after I read your ideas/background!! ^.^]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 23:09:06 GMT -5
[ Woo. So, I'm working a couple things out - characters included. It's late now and I don't think I'll get anything posted tonight but I'll try for tomorrow. I should have all of the time.
Honestly, I'm so excited for this roleplay. I've got all these ideas buzzing about in my brain. I hope you're all as enthused and hope to see you tomorrow. G'night, peeps! I'm out. -u- ]
EDIT: I think two Finley's would work, antpelts. c: Like you said, people run into others with the same name all the time. It's realistic to think the same here.
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Post by antpelts on Jul 30, 2016 23:39:13 GMT -5
(gnight friend! and great!)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 1:36:11 GMT -5
oooh i definitely gotta join this
i feel blessed tbh now i can actually post pics of face claims because i absolutely despise typing up descriptions, rip me
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 2:17:09 GMT -5
Marietta "Mitzi" Durand
faceclaim: allisson scagliotti______________________________________________
27 years old
she/her
bisexual (preference for girls)
marietta's hair is dark brown, hanging down to her midback, with warm, brown eyes to match. she stands at 5'10", which might be intimidating if she had any visible muscle. that certainly does not stop this girl from trying to be scary, anyways. clad in a black leather jacket, she's always trying to seem more bitter and spooky than she in fact, is. mitzi is a wild card type party girl. spontaneous, multiple partners, and of course, she drinks. a lot. too much, actually, until the apocalypse happened. that kind of put a damper on things. so any outbursts of anger could very easily be the side effect of detoxing. otherwise, this girl is the kind to always make a joke out of everything, never seeming to take anything too seriously. she's also pretty irresponsible, and can make some pretty stupid decisions. thankfully, mitzi is quick on her feet in actually tough situations, and somehow manages to scrape by most times. however, she is definitely not the ideal person to have around during the ice age. other notable traits could be her facade of narcissism and selfishness. expect a lot confident flirting from her as well. |
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 2:17:28 GMT -5
excuse the fancy looking post, i just wanted to have some fun haha
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 9:54:18 GMT -5
[ That's totally fine, bigbadwolf! We're so happy to have you. ^^ I would totally be making all of the faceclaims if I could; I just have no idea on how to post images. o~o I love it, though.
On another note! I might be making a separate forum for charries. I think I'm just going to post their names and I don't want to lose all of these awesome forms, so I think this might be for the best.
I'm just trying to clear up some things with my charries but as soon as one is finished, I'll get their form posted and start on my starter. Thank you all for being so patient. c: ]
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Post by Aᴜʀᴏʀᴀ Bᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪs on Jul 31, 2016 9:59:55 GMT -5
I've got to go somewhere right now, but you can count on my forms in an hour or two!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 10:05:28 GMT -5
Thanks so much, Starkit. I'm on the edge of my seat. . (okay, i'm actually reclining on my bed but that does not deter my anticipation!!! haha) I'll be waiting. c:
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 12:33:31 GMT -5
Hey hey, gmorning people
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Post by antpelts on Jul 31, 2016 12:56:37 GMT -5
(howdy yall)
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Post by Aᴜʀᴏʀᴀ Bᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪs on Jul 31, 2016 13:17:38 GMT -5
Briar Ashlock[ 19 // Female]Briar certainly fits her role as an heiress. With light golden hair and smooth, pale skin complimented by a pair of mesmerizing green eyes, she can fit into the 'pretty' category fairly easily. She stands at 5'5" and has a slim, athletic build. Briar is a smart girl, with a quick mind and sharp tongue. She doesn't talk too much though, as she prefers to keep to herself. She doesn't trust many people, and she has a short temper which may put off any people willing to befriend her. She is willing to do almost anything to survive. Briar's father owned a thriving company that was promised to her. She loved her father very much, and they were the best of friends. Then the volcano erupted. Snow covered the ground, and dozens of countries went to war, destroying the city where she lived. Then the disease. Panic spread as more and more citizens showed symptoms and became shells of the humans they once were. And Briar's father was one of those citizens. She was heartbroken as he ordered her to run away and live. And she did. The first week she lived on the outskirts of the city, eating anything she could find and sleeping anywhere she could. One night, she happened to find an old storm cellar. A storm raged and come morning, the doors were covered by two feet of heavy snow. Briar thought for sure the days in the cellar would be her last. Then a miracle happened. Whether by luck or fate, she was found by Theodore. Over the next months the pair became close, and he taught her how to hunt, run and survive. The two decided to stay together and they've done so ever since. 
Theodore "Theo" ClarkeStanding at 6'3", Theo has a rather imposing figure. He has thick brown hair and a short beard, tinged red at the roots. He is rather muscular and broad-shouldered. Personality History |
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jul 31, 2016 13:37:02 GMT -5
God yes, the rise of fc with pictures gives me life
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Post by Aᴜʀᴏʀᴀ Bᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪs on Jul 31, 2016 19:14:32 GMT -5
I'm finishing up Briar's form, and I'll have Theodore's done tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 22:31:11 GMT -5
Everything's looking great, Star.
Sorry for the absence. Dx I've been working on a few things. The front is updated (hopefully easier to navigate) and everyone's characters should be included in the second paragraph. If you've any problems with your character sheet, just let me know!
I'm working on a starter now but if I don't get it posted tonight, I'll try for tomorrow afternoon, sometime after work. I hope to see you all then!
Again, I'm sorry for the delay. Thank you all for being so patient. c:
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Post by Aᴜʀᴏʀᴀ Bᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪs on Jul 31, 2016 23:38:41 GMT -5
I'll probably get Theo done tomorrow. I'm gonna hit the hay. Night guys!
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 1:02:37 GMT -5
I'll just be lurking about lol
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 21:21:21 GMT -5
the boondocks of Oregon // Finn & Marley
Static filled the void between Finn and her sister - nothing but this and the soft puttering of the engine interrupting their vigil. The noise scratched at her ears, drilled holes into the tissues of her brain. It's constant hum brought nothing but a cold emptiness to an already freezing figure. Turning the radio's knob around in her fingers, she jerked it to the left again, driving it back to the beginning. It was the same endless drone that had greeted her months prior, every time she turned it on and had the chance to listen. Her heart had ached those first few attempts - her hope bountiful and unswayed. As time edged on, she felt the tick was more out of routine than necessity. It was just something to keep her busy.
Giving up, Finn jabbed at the power with her thumb and slouched back into her seat. The sigh she released hung in the air, a cloud of vapor that dispersed as she turned her head to the window. The landscape outside was an empty canvas - white and desolate. Snow fell in sheets, blanketing the ground. They'd been on the road for less than two hours - having left early this morning - and already there was nearly four inches. Before long, they'd have to quit - seek shelter and wait this thing out. The thought was discouraging. It felt nice to be moving. The lull of the car's struggling engine could almost put her to sleep. There was a sense of security in the rhythm of their vehicle, the knowledge that the storm outside was enough to keep most dangers at bay. The only thing disheartening about their voyage was the storm and that damned engine.
The driver's seat, the space directly to her left, burned hot - it's presence begging to be acknowledged. For most of the trip, she'd spent her time ignoring it as best she could. They had an unspoken contract, one she had no intention of breaching. So long as they maintained proper communication through gestures, no words were needed. She'd went most of the morning without sharing one sentence, without even looking at her straight on. Marley simply floated on the edge of her peripherals, always present but not fully there. They shadowed each other, no matter where they went - moving to align themselves so that the other was always within reach. The intimacy could be mistaken as affection. She knew this and made a point to crush that thought whenever she could with blunt words and dubious glares. Marley kindly returned them. Finn wouldn't respect her if she hadn't.
Truth was that, despite everything, she guessed she was grateful for the company. She'd never been alone, not growing up. Dianna had always been there, her presence a shinning beacon as her world fell apart around her. Even after the divorce, when time and distance drove the wedge between her and her other halves, Dianna had been there to fill those voids. She'd been consumed by her mother's attention, doted on like the good child she really wasn't. Her mother had invested so much into her that when time came to end it, Dianna's loss had felt like loosing apart of herself. She dreaded the silence that would ensue and was frantic to keep it filled. Marley was her only solution.
Shrugging off her jacket, she laid it across her torso, hugging it close so that her chest remained warm. Pulling the lever to the seat, she laid back, kicking her feet up and crossing them over the dashboard. Another long sigh filled the air with a hazy glow as Finn shut her eyes. Just as she got comfortable, the car sputtered and jerked, slowing to a halt as it stalled. |
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