*~The Day of Our Execution*~ (closed)

˜”*°• Oakcrane •°*”˜ Yesss totally! I’d love to make a character and stuff but I have an idea :3 if you wanna do something else that’s fine but I’ve been writing something along this storyline and it would be fun to rp (opinion)

So, it’s super far ahead in the future. There’s been a virus breakout, (last of us style), and the world is ending. But there’s a different society that’s being blamed for the breakout so they have to go into hiding. They’re called ‘morphs’ and they have the ability to transform into animals, and have essentially powers. I would LOVE for our characters to meet when they’ve been captured because the government found out they were morphs and are on the way to be executed. They escape become friends blah blah blah, and we can let the storyline develop from there; does that sound ok? I’m totally open to other ideas tho

Yay :3 when you make ur character, you can make them overpowered if you like cuz this is a 1x1 RP and all of the enemies and stuff are also gonna be really powerful when we fight; here's the format you can use:

Name/nickname if applicable:
Morph type (can be multiple if you like):
Preferred weapon n description; if you choose a gun dont worry ab ammo:
Age:
Backstory:
Gender/pronouns/sexuality:
Powers:
Personality:
Physical description:
Other:

SOB I THOUGHT THIS WAS WARRIORS THEMED AT FIRST

Name/nickname if applicable: Nightmare13
Morph type (can be multiple if you like): Black dragon that spits poison usually, although she can shift into almost any black animal.
Preferred weapon n description; if you choose a gun dont worry ab ammo: A sniper rifle she created, a dagger, and a crossbow
Age: 17
Backstory: She floated around the foster system for a while before eventually leaving. While she was a morph, she kept it hidden from almost anyone until the virus hit and it became even more imparitive she didn't get caught. But last night when she was sleeping, someone wacked her over the head and now she's being transported to her execution.
Gender/pronouns/sexuality: Female, she/her, bi but mostly likes guys
Powers: Can manipulate darkness, melt into darkness, has incredibly fast reaction time, can speak a little bit to animals, when she gets pissed she can summon her weapons right to her hands with ease.
Personality: Sarcastic, quick witted, intelligent, good at combat and thinking well in times of stress. But she can also be a bit nervous, has panic attacks often, and will always choose her own survival above others.
Physical description: 5'6 female with medium length black hair, dark green eyes, and a characteristic scar above her left eye. Even when she is in her morph form she can be identified by the scar.
Other: She got the thirteen after her name from the fact she was rejected by thirteen families before leaving the foster system. But, its ironic that people call her nightmare13 because they think she added a thirteen after her name after she killed thirteen in an accident where she morphed in the street. Her survival outfit is as follows:

-A black camo hoodie
-A dark green shirt underneath
-Completely black pants
-Black converse
-A backpack that carries all of her stuff
-Necklace that has a small green gem with a snake wrapped around it; it was the only thing she had on her when she was brought to the orphanage. Inside her backpack is a small lizard beenie baby that she's had forever and still sleeps with at night. She also has a black German shepherd named Fang who goes with her everywhere and can run for days.

"Already 10 feet ahead of you," He grunted, blinking his eyes open. The sound of the gunshots was horrifying. He couldn't help but feel anger and gilt pules through him all at the same moment. He had let his sister down. And now she was gone. His pupils slit as he stared at a vent. "The bolts should be loose and easy to get through. Go through there." He breathed, staring at the entrance. "They're coming."

His eyes widened. "You mean you could have done that ALL THIS TIME? AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO SAVE HER?" He growled, his voice heavy with anger. They eventually reached the almost-end of the tunnel, and he pulled out his assault rifle he grabbed from one of the guards that had taken it from him. He ignored her somewhat, still driven by anger. He creeped out, surprised to find that it was unguarded. Standing up, he crouched slowly before beginning to walk towards a stream.

Caleb shot his head up, looking over at Nightmare. "Some people are so stupid, risking their own f***ing lives just to please their sick minds," He sighed. "What's so important about executing morphs anyways? We could probably help them defeat the viruses, if you think about it. But government officials think they just know best, and they're only trying to please the public so they'll be elected again next year," He sighed. "if there is a next year." He finished. Standing up, he noticed fang, and couldn't help but smile. But then he frowned. He had lost his own pet when guards broke into his house to take him away. The poor dog lunged at them, not knowing they were prepared. "Monsters," he thought aloud, picking up a stick and flinging it far away.

"Caleb," He replied. "And yeah, pretty much the only thing I have. They took away my other weapons. I would have gotten them back, if we didn't leave so quickly," He grumbled, leaning against a tree.

( ˜”*°• Oakcrane •°*”˜ )

“Yeah. I don’t have much at the moment, they destroyed most of my stuff, but I have Fang carry around an extra for occasions like these. We need to get you supplies; Caleb.” Her eyes grew darker as she heard gunshots over the building and screams followed. “C’mon. We can hijack a car and drive to the nearest safe center.”

As she walked, she turned on a small radio in her bag and stuck it next to her ear. Almost as soon as she did, a grin crossed her face. “I just got a tip off that there’s gonna be a supply drop to the place near here. The guy is a huge supporter of the executions and donates a ton, so he’s gonna get a drop of food and other supplies. We can probably get to the drop first before he sends out some servants to get it.”

They reached a car and she hopped in, with Fang in the back. Almost as soon as they did, she heard a shout behind them and gunshots. “You shoot at them while I drive!” She yelled.

( ˜”*°• Oakcrane •°*”˜ )

Nightmare smiled and focused back on the road. “You’re not half bad with that gun, and your aim isn’t anything to sniff at.” Her eyes went up to the rearview mirror and a small tired smile appeared on her lips as she saw armed vehicles pouring out of the entrance. “We’re not out of this yet. Here, you take a turn driving.” She clambered over to his side as he did the same and easily picked up the sniper rifle which was strapped to the back of her backpack.

She brought it up to her eye, and fired a shot. A driver fell, and his car crashed into the one next to him. Then she took out the one who was in the front, a long truck. The driver slumped down and the truck flipped over and blocked the rest of the cars. But right as she was about to turn around, someone popped their heads out of the truck and fired a shot; which was then followed by a yelp of pain from Fang. Alright f****s. That’s the last time you hurt my dog.

Her hands didn’t even have to move for the crossbow to fly into her hands. She loaded a bolt which was slathered with oil, and held a lighter to it so it was set aflame. The next time the driver peeked out, she fired and the bolt went straight into his eye socket and his clothes lit on fire. His screams followed them as Caleb took a sharp turn onto a dirt road, and they were gone. She breathed a sigh of relief and handed him a map to the safe zone. “Take a turn here, and then we should see it.”

She patted her lap, and Fang jumped across the backseat and into the front. Anger welled in Nightmare as she saw that there was a bleeding notch in his left ear. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to him as she grabbed gauze from her bag, “I should have put you in the front.” He leaned his head on her leg, and she could tell that he accepted her apology. While she began wrapping his ear she turned on the radio.

“Sorry folks, it seems like the equipment we use to record was sabotaged and so we couldn’t air the execution. If you’d like to help us fix the equipment, feel free to send us food and supplies to fix it! We’ll be back on shortly with a word from the national health association who believes they’ve found a cure for the virus! Stay tuned for more.” Nightmare finished wrapping up Fang with a snort. The large black dog rested his head on her thigh, with his rear end on Caleb before falling asleep.

“Yeah, they can’t tell anyone that the two other morphs escaped. And even more so they can’t tell them that there was an outbreak at the facility.” She sighed and began absentmindedly petting Fang behind his soft pointy ears. “Apparently there hasn’t been a case around her before. When we get to the outskirts of the safezone, they’re going to be panicking and I bet you a full bottle of clean water,” she took a sip of her water, “-that the virus has already spread there and it’s contaminated. Which reminds me, I have some supplies for you until we can do a supply run at an abandoned part of the city.”

She reached into her backpack and pulled out an even smaller backpack and started filling it with supplies. After she was done, the backpack contained four bottles of water, two bags of deer jerky, a walkie talkie that was connected to hers, a medical kit, and a pocket knife. “Here.” She handed it to him. “If we get separated use the walkie talkie and we can communicate. Oh look, we’re here.” The large metal walls of the city came into sight and Nightmare already saw fires inside along with screams and vehicles flooding out of the city. She passed him a gas mask and put on her own. Then she pointed to the small aircraft that could be seen on the horizon. “That’s our target. They’ll be dropping it just outside the north wall. We can grab it and then drive till we find a non-contaminated safe zone.”

(MK BET!)

Caleb sighed. "Shouldn't Fang have one?" He glanced at the dog. He knew it wasn't his, but he still cared for it. He got out, flinching at the screams of innocent people. "I wish we could help them," He sighed, tying on his gas mask. "It's not fair. For them, especially." He pulled out his rifle, holding it against his chest so it lay flat against his chest on it's side.

He nodded, raising his rifle. He leaned against the truck, flipping it around as if to show off. "How much do you think is in there?" He asked curiously. "Maybe we can find some food for Fang."

He darted forward, leaping onto a man and tearing his throat out with a click flash of his jaws. He had never felt so alive before, killing anything he laid eyes on. He had not remembered what it felt like as his wolf form. He leaped off of his opponent, looking around wildly for another opponent. His eyes locked onto a large, fit, man. He swiftly leaped after him, tearing his biting jaws into the man's arm. One by one, opponent after opponent, they had finished them off. Caleb stood over a dead man, panting heavily as his licked his bloody jaws. His eyes were wide with wildness, his pupils slit.

He growled, leaping off of the body before changing back. He wiped the blood of his face, glaring ahead of him. Saying nothing, he walked over to the supply crate, inspecting it, before tearing it open easily. He poked his head into the wooden crate, frowning. He motioned for Nightmare to come look.