Become A Survivor « Thread Started on Sept 22, 2007, 3:46pm »
OK, everyone. You've probably read "What Happened". If you haven't, you might want to read it NOW. Otherwise, you could probably get confused. OK? Anyway, here's the application to get you moving. If you make any RP posts before you fill this out, they will be deleted. Sorry, but it saves confusion. If you are confused about something, PM the Head Admin, Raven. OK? OK. Anyway, here's the application:
Full Name:
Age:
Birthday:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
Pets:
Personality:
Skills:
History:
Heritage:
Where Your Character Lives:
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?):
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.:
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more):
See? The application isn't that bad. If you don't know what we mean by this, you might want to see this application for and explanation:
Full Name: You type your character's name here. It doesn't have to be your real name. Just your character's first and last name.
Age: You type your character's age here.
Birthday: You type your character's birthday here. It matters, believe me.
Gender: Type your character's gender here. Is your character a male or female? (Male= boy, Female= girl)
Height: How tall is your character? (In feet and inches please.)
Weight: What's your character's weight in pounds? (lbs.)
Appearance: What does your character look like?
Pets: Does your character have a pet?
Personality: What is your character's personality?
Skills: Is your character skilled in finding things? Can he or she fight? Climb trees? Etc.
History: What's your character's history?
Heritage: Is your character Mexican, Russian, American, etc.?
Where Your Character Lives: Where does your character live? They cannot live in a mansion, house, or an apartment. If they do, it has to be run down. The bomb destroyed most buildings.
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?): What is your character's parents' names? Are they dead or alive? Or did your character get separated from them?
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: How does your character fend for itself? Either he or she barters, or he or she steals.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more): Make a role play sample. Please make it 100 words or more, because I will count it, and if it's less than 100 words, your application will not be accepted.
Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #1 on Sept 22, 2007, 4:56pm »
If you need an example of an application, I have posted below an application for my character. If you don't understand anything above, look at this application:
Full Name: Raven Wolff
Age: 12 years.
Birthday: July 30, 1995
Gender: Female
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 75 lbs. She's under-weight because the food supply is low.
Appearance: Raven has midnight-black hair, with abnormally blue eyes, witch look cloudy all of the time. She has a scar over her left eye, witch always looks very fresh. Sometimes it bleeds a lot, maybe even too much. Because of this, it sometimes looks like she's crying blood. Her natural skin is slightly tan, with a bit of white and red. But because of the ash and soot in the air, her skin always has a thin layer of ash covering it; making her look dirty all the time. Her clothes are torn; she can't buy any new clothes because there's no government. No government means no money, and few new clothes.
Pets: Raven has no pets. Although not long after the bomb hit, she found a stray male German Shepard. The German Shepard is dangerously skinny, much like Raven. He's also under-sized, and has an always-matted coat. Raven decided to call this German Shepard Scout, because he always helped her scout for food, enemies, medicine, and anything else. Scout looks like any other German Shepard, but has green eyes. Scout protects Raven, and Raven protects Scout.
Personality: At first, Raven trusts no one. She's a loner, and Scout is her only friend. Before the bomb, Raven used to always sing and dance with her parents; she was a happy child. When the bomb hit, there was mass chaos. Screaming people were running around as fast as they can, trying to save themselves. Because of this, Raven was separated from her parents. She looks for them for months, before she got news that they died. She gave up her search then, and her eyes were all out of tears after a few more months. Raven doesn't like to get to know people every since the bomb, because every time she gets to know someone now, they let her down in some way or another. If she does get to know someone, and she's sure that they won't turn their backs on her, she will help them in any way she can. Weather it's helping them find a shelter from the rain, or helping them search for and steal food or medicine, she'll do anything she can. She's as loyal as a dog, and she'll fight 'till the end of these seven years with courage, nobility, and loyalty.
Skills: Raven is a skilled climber, and she has learned to work with Scout very well. Her and Scout understand what the other is thinking, just by body language. They've learned to become skilled fighters, so if they came across some place they aren't supposed to go and someone wants to fight, they can fight or flee quickly. They're both skilled foragers, and when they find something they like, they can steal it without the vendor knowing it before it's too late.
History: Raven had lived a happy life with her parents. When the bomb hit, there was mass chaos. Screaming people were running around as fast as they can, trying to save themselves. Because of this, Raven was separated from her parents. She looks for them for months, before she got news that they died. She gave up her search then, and her eyes were all out of tears after a few more months. After the tears had stopped, Raven immediately tried to figure out what would happen, and why it would. Her first item she stole was a dagger with a sharp blade and a firm handle. She wasn't proud that she had stolen something, but she wad nothing to barter, so that was the only way she could fend for herself. A few weeks after the bomb hit, she met Scout. She learned how to survive on her own, and she soon became good at it; learning to over-estimate important situations, just in case they were very bad ones. That allowed her to live up to today.
Heritage: Native American
Where Your Character Lives: Raven doesn't technically "live" anywhere. She stays in one town, but goes where ever she feels. Raven sleeps at the docks, usually Scout sleeps beside her to keep her warm; because there are no blankets, and the sky has been darker than normal since the bomb, the nights are very cold.
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?): Raven eventually forgot her parents' names after they died.
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: Raven and Scout steal anything they want, when ever they want, and however they want.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more):
Raven's nose scrunched up in disgust as the foul scent of pollution made its way into her nostrils. "Ugh!" She complained to Scout, her German Shepard friend, "This place has smelled horrible for years! When will the air clear up?" Scout blinked, and his tail wagged, as if he was trying to reassure his human friend.
Raven sighed. She slowly placed her hand in between Scout's ears, and started to stroke his matted fur. Scout's tongue lolled as she did this, and he gave a happy bark. Raven grinned. "No problem. Are you hungry?" She asked him. And, as if he actually understood her, his tail wagged harder and he barked again. Raven hushed him, and he blinked. "Right, then," Raven said in a hushed tone. "Let's go find us some dinner..."
Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #3 on Sept 29, 2007, 5:42pm »
Full Name: Ashlyn Brennan Carr
Age: 16
Birthday: August 13th, 1991
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125lbs.
Appearance: Ashlyn has crimson red hair that goes slightly past her shoulders, each lock falls to a different length making it look choppy. In the back she has one thick strand that is longer than all the rest, to her thigh, she wraps it up in bits and pieces of dark cloth she finds. She's got dark brown eyes. A strong jaw line, yet it looks feminine. She wears a dark blue tank top with thick shoulder straps and a hood. Over that she sometimes wears a black blazer, which she stole A pair of dark ripped up jeans. On her hands there are fingerless gloves and various wraps along her arms. On her feet she wears a pair of black shell toed shoes, ones that she stole also.
Pets: None.
Personality: Ashlyn keeps to herself mostly. A loner of sorts. She travels around a lot. She used to be happy-go-lucky with ambitions in life, now she's just trying to survive. After the bomb dropped, something in her changed. She became darker and somewhat morbid at times. Ashlyn seems to have this 'always angry' confidence about her, but she's not. She's sad most of the time, and doesn't interact well with people anymore, for she's met too many that hurt her in one way or another. She's grown tough though, as before she just lived with out a care. She thinks before she does anything, she's observant and likes to know everything at all times. She's slow to trust people, while as before she'd given people second chances and the benefit of the doubt. Though she does find herself to be a trustworthy person. Though when the day comes she does make a new friend, she will get protective.
Skills: Ashlyn is a thief and she's good at being stealthy. She's observant and takes notice of her surroundings. She carries a pocket knife she'd stolen in a hole she made in her hood. She's a good fighter though and can definitely hold her own against someone twice her size. Though she chooses not to fight unless needed. She prefers the flight reaction over fight because picking fights wont get her anywhere good. Ashlyn is very agile too.
History: Before the bomb dropped, she lived with her father Seeley and mother Tempe. She had a brother and a sister as well, Jack and Tracy, who were twins and three years older than her. The three of them got along well and lived pretty much a normal life. She was a normal kid too, happy go lucky. Ashlyn played sports and did well in school. Also, she had three best friends that she trusted with her life. She had big ambitions in life and she worked hard. When the bomb hit though, she had been separated from her family. Her mother and father had been in Washington D.C. on business while Jack, Tracy and her were near Los Angeles. The three of them had gotten separated in the horde of people that trampled through the streets. At the time she was thirteen and as she traveled, alone with a group of people back to L.A. she saw the Lost and Found board. On the found board she'd seen Jack and Tracy, both marked as deceased. And her three best friends were marked too. One was missing and two were deceased. Ashlyn didn't break down and cry until about a week after living in a blind haze. It took her a while, but eventually she made her way to Washington D.C. On the Lost and Found boards she didn't see her mother nor her father, which gave her the spark of hope that they may still be alive.
Heritage: Half Irish, half Filipino
Where Your Character Lives: Anywhere that suits her between L.A. and D.C. Mostly in abandoned buildings or shops.
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?): Seeley and Tempe, Locations are still unknown.
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: Ashlyn is a theif and she just steals what she needs.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more):
Ashlyn strode angrily down a crumbled sidewalk. Remnants of towering buildings and hotels hung above her. She was fuming. A necklace dangled from in between her fingers. A whistle from behind her made Ashlyn whip around. A scowl etched its way on to her face as three boys stood about twenty yards behind her. Two of them laughed as she whiped around, her thick lock of hair smacking against her torso. Those two were the ones that made her angry. Though the one in the middle intrigued her the most. He looked to be around her age, maybe older, but e wasn't laughing. He stood there, arms folded across his chest, staring at her. The stare wasn't a demeaning one like the others. Maybe he was sorry? Ashlyn scoffed, turning back and continuing down the strip of side walk. The Strip, a suitable name for where she was at. The remnants of the city of Las Vegas. Buildings that once towered high, and mighty were crumbling to the ground. Every once in a while, Ashlyn would hear the collision of metal and glass against the concrete.
As her arms swayed with her stride the thin chain of the necklace tickled the palm of her hand. When Ashlyn was far away from the boys, she ducked in an alley way. Kicking aside the shards of glass, she flattened out a cardboard box. She fell heavily on it, a thump sounding as she landed. Ashlyn rested her forearms on her knees, back and head against the wall, anger still in her features. Squaring her jaw, Ashlyn opened her eyes, moving them to the shining trinket in her hand. It dangled in front of her gently, sparkling as it hit the sun. It was the necklace from her mother and father, those boys had stolen it from her, but she'd taken it back. Thankfully, the chain hadn't been broken. Hanging from the chain though, was an intricate swirl of silver and in the center of it was an amethyst colored stone. Ashlyn wrapped her hand around the pendant, feeling the sharp ends dig into her skin as she held it close. After a few moments or remembrance, Ashlyn gently clipped her prized possession to its rightful place around her neck...
Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #4 on Apr 25, 2008, 10:52pm »
Full Name: Kenya Crowcall
Age: 13
Birthday: Sept. 6, 1994
Gender: Female
Height: 5 ft. 9
Weight: 126 lbs.
Appearance: Kenya is dark-skinned with long, black hair that reaches down to her waist. Her bangs are overgrown, though she can still see out of them, and quites likes that vision of the world. She has extremely dark eyes, almost black. She mostly wears a too-many-times-worn pair of black slacks with a long sleeved white shirt that has a black crow on it. Being pretty poor, she can't afford much else.
Pets: Kenya has a cat called Fatty, but actually, Fatty isn't really overweight. He doesn't really stick with Kenya that much, but usually comes in time of need. Kenya gets the feeling that he's just always out of sight. Fatty is a tawny ragdoll cat, his breed probably why Kenya named him Fatty.
Kenya also has a faithful German Longhaired Pointer dog named Jinx. Jinx is black with white patches, though the white has black spots. Jinx is always by Kenya's side, and they make an exceptional hunting team.
Personality: Kanya is shy, and doesn't really like other people that much. She loves her animal companions, Jinx and Fatty, and often does risky things to keep them fed. The trio gets along well, but Kenya, after her family died from a bombing, fled far away and is pretty much at loss on how to deal with people. If anyone met her, she wouldn't have the best manners...
Skills: Kenya is good with animals, and is OK at hunting. She has worked out a good communication system between her, Fatty, and Jinx. She was a great girl scout and got a lot of badges, so she can survive outside.
She is clever when changing things, especially with shelter "recipes." She also knows when food is safe to eat (usually), and only once or twice make herself sick. She is able to avoid scaring off prey, with the ease of years of practice.
History: Kenya raced out in to the big wide world at age 9, when her home area was bombed. She stayed well away, and found her way into western WA. Her family died, except her 23 year old brother who lives in Maine. Kenya picked up a little bit of German from her family, and sometimes insults others behind their back using German. She forgot manners along the way, dropping table rules here, no back talking there. Her world revolves around Fatty, Jinx, and her. And always most likely will.
Heritage: Part German, Hawaiian, and Asian.
Where Your Character Lives: She usually hangs around Washington, but strays away from California, staying in abandoned houses, little shacks, and sometimes making her own shelter.
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?): Ginger Crowcall (Maiden Name: Thistle) Jordan Crowcall
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: Kenya finds natural resources, such as wild game, and plants.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more):
Kenya walked down the forest path, Jinx trotting faithfully beside her. Fatty followed, just out of sight. Kenya sighed. "Jinx, why do we just wander around here? Why don't we go into town and shoplift or something." Though Jinx probably didn't understand her, he stared at Kenya and she took it as a "You know why," look. "I know, I know. Were honest. But the world isn't honest, so doesn't that make us dishonest?" Kenya screamed in frustration and threw a rock at a tree, scaring a rabbit. Jinx shot after it. Look at you. You're talking to your dog, and your hero is a huge ragdoll cat. Kenya thought to herself. "Ich kann nicht!" she yelled, frightening Jinx, who had been trotting back with a limp rabbit in his jaws. The dog she had rescued from the Humane Society certainly was a well-trained dog. Kenya sat down and pulled out her pocketknife. She began skinning the rabbit. "Brennholz!" she commanded Jinx, happy that she had been able to teach the dog to gather firewood. Tonight they would have a rabbit feast, along with some deer jerky. Well, to them it was... Sort of a feast.
My faithful friends: Jinx and Fatty. When you're looking at the end of the world, Remember, The great past has crumbled behind you...
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Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #5 on Apr 27, 2008, 7:09pm »
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Full Name: Miya Ginti (Me-ya Gen-tie)
Age: 13 years
Birthday: November 30, 1994
Gender: Female
Height: 4'5", the bombing and lack of food really shortened her.
Weight: 78 lbs, for lack of food
Appearance: Miya has short, spiky blond hair with shocking green eyes. She likes to think of herself as a cat, and she wears tight, revealing clothes to attract many boys. Though, when the bombs hit, not many boys were left around her area, so she just moved and forgot about it, still while wearing her tight clothes. She broke her ankle after the bombing, but never actually got it fixed. So she always limps around everywhere and follows her puppy, Sam.
Pets: Miya has a golden retriever puppy named Samantha, whom of which she calls "Sam" or "Samie" for short. The Golden Retriever puppy has medium-hight, fluffy fur that sticks out all over the place, so she just looks like a cute little puff ball running all over the place. Samie has tons of energy, and is always very much hyper. Even so, Sam is a good girl and is quickly growing into a big, loyal dog.
Personality: Miya is sort of a preppy girl with an attitude, and she never wants to listen to anyone. Like in scary movies, she always does the opposite of what common sense tells her to do. If common sense tells not to turn around, she turns around. XD Anyway, she always loots empty stores for all they've got, even if she doesn't need it, then, like a rat, she takes it to her living space and stores it there. Then she burns the store down.
Skills: She's a tree climber, she knows how to set a fire, and she's a good hunter.
History: Miya had her dad after the bombing, and then she found out he had to go to work, and he was a part of the national guard. She cried for days after he left, and her baby-sitter, Martha, died from a heart attack. Thus, Miya was left alone in the world, not knowing weather or not her dad was alive or dead. She'll find out one day, but until then she has to wait, and survive on her own without the help of any parental guidance.
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: She relies on her puppy to help her hunt, scavenge, and move things to her hide-a-way.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more): A pitter-pat of paws went scurrying across the island, and behind the dog followed her owner. "Samie!" Miya called, getting the puppy more hyper. "Come here, girlie!" Samantha came rushing toward her owner, and jumped up to lick her face and mouth. "Yuck! Puppy germs!" She howled with laughter. She was always bright, even in bad situations. Even so, she always had a hint of doubt about herself and anyone else. But, she wasn't a loner.
Back in the time of her mom being alive and her dad not being in the service, she had a possy. Her friends were always there for her, even though they were a little snooty at times.
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Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #6 on Apr 28, 2008, 1:09pm »
Full Name: Cody Spicer Age: 15 years
Birthday: August 24, 1993
Gender: Male
Height: 5'00"
Weight: 170 lbs, all muscle.
Appearance: A very attractive male with black hair and blue eyes. He has dark tan skin and is very tall for his age, or so he thinks. He's got one of his fingers taken off before the bomb, because he slammed it into a door. He wears all black, to blend in with the night, and he wears no shoes.
Pets: Cody has a large, brown pitbull named Spicer, which he named after himself. His pitbull has brown eyes and is very tame. He would attack anyone if Cody told him to.
Personality: Cody is a sweet boy who is a good follower. He loves kids, and he would help them in any way, shape, or form. But, he is EXTREAMLY un-trusting to adults, and he will send his pitbull on them and kill them like that, unless he knew them as a kid.
Skills: Can climb walls, bend bars, open locks, find and remove traps, see well in the dark, runs fast, fight, weapon-user, etc.
History: His dad was an egineer, and his mother was a nurse, he's been running track through junior high all the way through high-school, where he became a track star. Since the age of three, his parents put him in kickboxing, where he won various awards. From the age of seven, his dad would take him hunting where he learned the use of weapons. His mother embeded into his heart the respect for women in her teachings. He met his Pitbull at the age of five, and owned him when he was only a puppy. He named his dog Spicer, after his last name.
Heritage: African American
Where Your Character Lives: North Carolina, in an old, run-down manson with a whole floor missing, and the roof.
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: He picked up some guns before he left, so he goes out at night, compeltly camoflauged, and he'd sneek into the stores and loot 'em.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more): BANG! Went the gun as Cody shot at three empty bottles. The bottom two bottles were knocked down, sending the top bottle flying. Spicer ran after the bottle, Cody laughing.
Spicer, boy, Cody laughed. You're so cool!
Of course, now the sky was getting dark, and it was time for him and Spicer to go home. He and his best friend then followed a broken road down to his old manson, and climbed up the jarred stairs.
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Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #7 on Apr 30, 2008, 8:35am »
Full Name: Michalen Midstall
Age: 15
Birthday: October 31, 1993
Gender: Female
Height: 6'0 (Basketball)
Weight: 130 (Her height and muscles add to it)
Appearance: Michalen has very pale skin and deep purple eyes. Her hair is a silvery black which reaches her mid-thigh. She always wears a lavender/silver cloak-like dress, which is cover with a long, silver cloack. She always wears the hood on her head.
This is both her and Shinaki
Pets: Shinaki (She na ke) ~ Shinaki is a tall, white wolf. She is quiet and stealthy, but also kind and sensitive. Michalen saved her when she was lost inside of a burning house. Putting her life on the line, Michalen ran inside and grabbed the lone wolf who was being used in a "Freak Show for Animals".
Shiku (She ku) ~ Shiku is a Grey Dapple stallion. He is a lot with Shinaki, on the quiet and nice side. Shiku was once a rodeo horse, when he was a very young colt. Michalen rescued him by taking him out of his stall at night.
Every since then, the three have created a bond that no one could ever break.
Personality: Michalen is quiet and a little odd. She is a misfit and a loner, if you do not include her two best friends. If you were to meet Michalen, she wouldn't speak other than a few words.
Skills: A good herbalist and potion-maker. She is also good at hunting when a bow and arrow is at hand.
History:Being born a Wiccan, she could never show her face ever because every one made fun of her. Once, Michalen got so mad at this kid that she punched him, and that got her a scar on her back.
Heritage: German and American
Where Your Character Lives: Anywhere in a forest where there are thickets of trees. Usually, she stays in a home she made in a Noth Carolina forest.
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: She looks in the forests, knowing most herbs helps very well. She hunts for her food with a bow and arrow that she made. There is a small creek where she built her shelter, so she has plenty of water day and night.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more): Michalen rode Shiku through the light forest, Shinaki at his heels. At a running speed, Michalen's cloak billowed behind her. Once at home, Shinaki settled down in her usual sleeping place while Michalen unmounted Shiku. She lead him to his sleeping place and spoke to him, letting her problems out.
Oh, Shiku. We have no friends, none of us. Not even Shinaki. The bomb destoried everything that we had, our receipies, everything.
Stifling a yawn, Michalen rested her head against a patch of soft moss and fell asleep, soon followed by Shiku and Shinaki.
Me, and Shinaki, my sweet girl. Shiku, my quiet boy.
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Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #8 on May 7, 2008, 9:57pm »
Full Name: Chairy (Chay-ree) Leona Larrington
Age: 13 years
Birthday: March 14, 1995
Gender: female
Height: 5'1
Weight: 90 (used to be 110)
Appearance: Chairy has long black hair with red streaks in it. Her eyes are misty grey. Her skin is cocoa-coloured, her eyes slightly slanted downwards and wide. She is a good theif and steals clothing regularly. Since the bombing food became a lot more scarce and she lost a lot of weight. Her eyes are alert and alive, as is she.
Pets: Chairy used to have many many pets, but most of them died. Now she is left with a scrawney racoon named Cosmo and a large but skinny malumite named Kinglsy. She likes to adopt abndoned animals but usually looses them or they run away seeing as she can hardly care for them anymore.
Personality: Chairy was once bubbly and sweet but has now become cunning, witty and cold. She can easily talk her way out of trouble and is a regular con-artist, used to swindling things away from people and stealing belongings without them having a clue. She sometimes likes to be alone but also likes company. Although she travels often she always returns home to her mother, step-father and sisters and her father who loves elsewhere. Some of the caring person she used to be is still inside and every once in awhile it can't help but shine through
Skills: Chairy is a skilled con-artist and theif and has learned to fight and flee, not to mention hide, very well
History: Chairy moved very often and was rather miserable for it. She felt her real home was in South Africa, the place where she loved living the most. She swapped living between her mother and father until both her parents ended up living in Washington. But she decided to live with her aunt, who she also tries to visit regularly. But after the bombing she went back to her mother and visted her father, but slowly she began to live more on the streets, occasionally coming to visit. Her step-father struggles but manages to provide for her mother and sisters, being a doctor and a farmer as a boy. Her father has been doing slightly less well, and she is always sure to bring back whatever she can for him
Where Your Character Lives: Her family lives in Washington but she mostly lives on the streets, roaming wherever she thinks food may be and wherever she can stay out of toruble or lie low when needed.
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?): Mother: Kimmi Father:Steven Step-father: Adam
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: she gets what she needs however she can, mostly by stealing or swindling
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more):
Chairy closed the door of her mother's run-down street apartment. They were some of the lucky few to still have homes in that area. But she was rarely ever there.
She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh that came from deep within her. She'd been gone for near a month and when she got back, her mother shouted at her and embrased her at the same time, having been sick with worry and finally relieved.
With a feeling of regret but also a tugging at her heart for the road she began walking again. She didn't turn around as she heard someone cat-call her. Most of them were old perves with rotten teeth and no respect for anybody and nothing in mind but their own pleasure.
She walked past a little fruit stall. The apples were slightly withered and the oranges small and funny coloured. But still, it was food, and every morning that she stayed with her mother Chairy smiled pleasently and greated Mr. Curley, the vendor, sweetly and politely. And every morning, while his attention was on her smiling face, she stole fruit from right under his nose.
It was the same this morning and after she had so easily taken the fruit she continued on her way. She heard someone calling behind her. She kept on walking. But the person was persistent. Soon they were on her and had grabbed her by the elbow and spun her aorund.
She came face-to-face with a red haired girl, so dirty she could blend into the side walk. 'What?' she spat, yanking her arm away. 'I saw you take that fruit!' Chairy rolled her eyes. 'What do you meen?' 'I saw you steal it while you smiled at the venodor! I'll tell, and then they'll search you and you'll be in big trouble.' The girl was younger than she, around the age of 8. Chairy sighed. 'Listen, it isn't what you think it is-' 'Yes it is!' 'Just keep your mouth shut. Here, take an orange and don't say a word.' The girl look terribly tempted by the orange in front of her. But she restrained herself. 'No!' she said firmly. 'I'm telling.' The little girl turned around, ready to run to the vendor and shout it at the rooftops, but quick as a flash Chairy had grabbed her and pushed her into an alley. 'Listen, girlie, shut your mouth!' she said, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes glanced over her clothes. They were terribly dirty, but not too bad. She could sell them...
No, the girl would tell if she stripped and stole her clothes for sure.
So instead, with one easy swing of a garbage lid, she knocked the girl out. Not dead but certainly unconcious, when she woke up her memory would be gone.
She dragged the limp girl the edge of the ally and let her arm and head show so that someone else walking by would notice her. And quickly Chairy made a dash for it, only looking back once too see that no one had followed.
There comes a time where childish dreams are replaced with grusome realites
Kinglsy in better days
Cosmo
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Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #9 on May 8, 2008, 8:51pm »
Full Name: Fletcher Don Marrow
Age: 13
Birthday: December 4, 1995
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 121 lbs
Appearance: Fletcher has dark brown - almost black - colored hair that goes down to his neck, and hangs over his brown eyes. Prone to sickness, his skin is a pale brown compared to his usually tan skin. He's a thin kid but wears baggy clothing. This consists of skateboarding brands. He used to wear a lot and he scavenged for his old clothes after his small home collapsed. Fletcher wears baggy jeans, a plain white Element shirt, and an old Volcolm hoodie that's black with thin blue and white stripes. He often carries around a skateboard on a red Element bag.
Pets: One cat, who was named Frost for his strange colored strands of fur. He was found as a kitten in the back of a truck and grew up to be rough and tempered. He never gave up his fighting skills, but has come to love Fletcher very much. He has white fur, but has a couple patches - some large, some small - that have grey fur and black stripes, some strands of fur having tan or white tip. He's not afraid to fight off an adult or a full grown dog to defend Fletcher.
Personality: Fletcher has a mixed personality. He has a love for nature, as well as animals, and has always been negative towards city life and industrial uses. Some people liked to say that the boy was shy - which is very true. He's cautious around new people, polite around nice looking people and silent around those who look rough. Yet Fletcher's not afraid to defend Frost, as the cat will do so for him. So much that he'll let him ride on his shoulder. Loyalty comes first to this skater and he'll do anything for anybody who has helped him. As an added extra, a life full of animals has spurred wild instincts within Fletcher's heart. He'll run around on all fours, create animal sounds, and growls and snarls (as seperate skills).
Skills: Skateboarding skills are limited to only speeding along roads and flipping over small objects. What he lacks in modern knowledge, he makes up for it in animal instincts. By crawling or running around on all fours, he can be pretty stealthy when he wants to. He can climb, but isn't the best at it. If there's one thing Fletcher's proud of, it's his gentle ways with animals. He seems to understand the animals more than any other person could, and respects them enough to leave them alone if needed.
History: Fletcher was born into an already divorced family. He had a brother who had sadly died in a gang fight in a nearby city. His parents were always in the same home, dispite being divorced, and always argued. Fletcher couldn't take it anymore and ran away to live in the woods. Frost was found in the back of an abandoned truck, and he took it upon himself to care for the lonesome kitten. He lived in the woods for several years, before the bombs hit. To Fletcher, it was like an earthquake. Everything rumbled, trees and buildings toppled, and people screamed. This was only in the western part of New York state, and Fletcher would've hated to think of the conditions near the site of impact.
Heritage: Native American - Iroquois - Seneca - Wolf Clan
Where Your Character Lives: Although hatred of the city burns in Fletcher's heart, he had to venture to the city in order to survive. He lives in Buffalo (off Lake Erie if ya didn't know) and takes a residence in the old HSBC arena. Half of the arena was toppled, but the other half still stood through the tremors. He and Frost stay in some of the suites, with stolen blankets and other care products.
Parents (Dead or alive? Names?): Both are not to be found, and have the names of William and Kara. Father and Mother are both divorced and didn't really care for their two sons.
How Your Character Finds Food, Medication, Etc.: Steals. He's good at stealing, or tricking, people into giving him their goods. He'll feign injuries or illness, and makes people feel sorry enough for him to give the kid their medicine. If he has to, he'll steal from others, often putting Frost into the role of a distraction. Most people do not notice if he does, for they're too busy being angry or delighted towards Frost.
RP Sample (This is a must have. 100 words or more):
Fletcher shivered under the quilt. The frost was forming on the steel on the huge television. And it was biting at his limbs. Frost was next to him huddled up, whiskers twitching as the boy tossed and turned. "Sure, you have no problem..." he muttered to the cat. The tom only opened an eye and mrrowed without opening his mouth.
The teenager scoffed as he pulled the thick blanket over himself. His feet stuck out, shoes abandoned at the small suite's sink. There was a broken glass flask on the counter, as were some rotting candy. Fletcher didn't find anything of interest in the arena, besides some old Bandits' and Sabres' jerseys and gifts. Not like they were much use....
He heard somebody yell. In either surprise or pain, he couldn't guess. But he ignored the guy anyway. It was their own fault that they stumbled upon a broken rail or something. "Right Frost?" He received a simple purr as a response.
They say that Wishes are eternal And that belief is the strongest will Yet what else do we have? In this era of Chaos My loyal friend Frost of the Catt Rez
Re: Become A Survivor « Reply #11 on Apr 26, 2009, 11:48pm »
"Give your mistress my greetings," he replied. "And tell her that the moon is new, that I can find only eleven months in the year, and that the sea is by no means full."
Not understanding the meaning of these words, the servant repeated them word for word to his mistress; and thus his theft was discovered, and he was punished. After a little while, the young man appeared with the old farmer. He was treated royally, as if he were the son of a great man, though the farmer knew nothing of his origins. In the course of the conversation, he told them everything---about the fish's laughter, his father's threatened execution, and his own exile--- and asked their advice about what he should do.
"The laughter of the fish," said the girl, "which seems to have been the cause of all this trouble, indicates that there is a man in the women's quarters of the palace, and the king doesn't know anything about it."
"Great! That's great!" exclaimed the wazir's son. "There's yet time for me to return and to save my father from a shameful and unjust death."
The following day he rushed back to his own country, taking with him the farmer's daughter. When he arrived, he ran to the palace and told his father what he had heard. The poor wazir, now almost dead from the expectation of death, was carried at once to the king in a palanquin. He repeated to the king what his son had said. "A man in the queen's quarters! Never!" said the king.
"But it must be so, Your Majesty," replied the wazir, "and to prove the truth of what I've just heard, I propose a test. Please call together all the female attendants in your palace and order them to jump over a large pit, specially dug for this purpose. The man will at once betray himself by the way he jumps."
The king had the pit dug and ordered all the female servants of the palace to try to jump over it. All of them tried, but only one succeeded. That one was found to be a man! Thus was the queen satisfied and the faithful old wazir saved.
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