It still seems like the sky is still going to fall. Almost three years ago, we spotted a meteor. It bounced off an asteroid in the belt, and changed directions for us years ago, we just never realized it. We did everything we could to stop it, then, weeks before it hit, the world leaders agreed something must be done. Putting everything they had together, they launched it all, Nukes, Rockets, Massive Burst Bombs, and in the end we destroyed it. Blew it into little pieces. The world decided it was saved. Our leaders were heroes, and no one would listen to the handful that realized the horrid truth.
Then, a week later, the first piece arrived. We had blown it into pieces, but it was still coming, just a lot of it, and a lot smaller. The sky rained on the Earth for days, tearing the land apart in its fury. After three weeks, the rain ended. After another week, people felt it was safe enough to leave. After a few days, not sure of what to do, messages began to transmit, explaining of more survivors. One such settlement radioed from the DC area, calling for any survivors to report to DC to help rebuild and start over. While plenty of other calls like this came out, very quickly they began to stop, and a few warned not to come to them anymore.
Many survivors had tossed reason and law aside and become Raiders, taking what they wished and doing whatever they wanted. However, as settlements have started to fall, only DC remains on the East Coast. Even New York, where the remains of the US Government has set up, has sealed overland access to the island, leaving only water and air to get to that true last home of the United States.
Now, what survivors are left must race to DC to get inside the new city of "Capital" before the Raiders and Slavers attack, and the city is forced closed....
The people here will play as survivors. The Meteor storm happened about a year or so ago, so everyone still remembers what the world used to be like, and no could have been born after the storm and still be old enough to be on their own. However, some young kid (like, 7, for example) might not remember much of the things that were lost, and would only REALLY know what was left.
There is no power, no government outside of New York, and weapons are hard to come by. However, that does not mean you can't find them. Most people were killed off, so many places had yet to be looted when everyone who survived emerged. However, the damage from the meteors was extreme, so not a lot survived.
You can be a survivor from the ruins, an escapee from another city that fell to the raiders, an ex-raider who found his conscious, or whatever else you can think of. Please do not be a raider, because I want people working together. You don't all have to be in the same group to start, and you can stay separated from most of the people until you reach "Capital", which is where everyone should probably be heading.
Character Sheet Below, PM me with your sheets and I will ok them before posting them below as well. Do not post in this thread until it is done, please.
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Character Sheets:
Username:
Name:
Age:
Description: (Text and/or picture here)
Location a First Impact: (Where was your character when the Meteors started to fall)
Bio: (Personality, skills, what you did before the Meteors hit, what you did after they hit, what your goals are now)
Other: (Anything I didn't think of)
Characters:
(The first character is just for the purpose of knowing who he is. Please use the character sheet above for your characters)
Name: Marcus
Bio: The man who founded "Capital", who, unlike most other people, waited until he was ready to protect the place before he opened his doors to it. He uses the Radio to announce the "Capital News" to anyone who is out there, to let them know how the City is doing, what sort of things are going on, and any other info they get in from survivors, including reading the names of survivors who made it to the city the day before, to help loved ones looking for them. He is assisted by Mary, who does most of the actual daytime announcements, and Kevin, who does most of the nighttime announcements. They have also started to play some music after survivors started to bring CDs with them.
Note that characters with Strikes through there profile are not allowed to post until they PM me to get reinstated. Note that I went with Strikes instead of just deleting it because it's easier to fix that way.
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Username: Fading Existence
Name: Rachael Faust (Omgz, a female! :o)
Age: 24
Description: The lower half of the body is dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans.
Location at First Impact: At home, in Texas, watching Spongebob Squarepants.
Bio: A tomboy and child at heart, Rachael spends her time playing sports of all kinds, and jogs daily. She was at home watching cartoons when the meteors started to fall, and she only just got away by hiding in the basement of her apartment.
Rachael worked as a part-time pizza deliveryboygirl, and is physically quite fit. She has the confidence that she would come off on the better end if she ever got into a fist fight.
After the meteor crisis, she scavenged a radio and got wind of the new 'Capital', of which she is heading towards now.
Other: She knows how to steal undetected quite well, though she has also been jailed a couple of times for the crimes before the crisis. She carries a few knives and owns a gun stolen from a raider.
Username: Wolf-Elf-Child95
Name: Stephanie (she doesn't use her last name anymore)
Age: 16
Description: Minus the wings
Location a First Impact: California
Bio: Stephanie was 14, going on 15, when the meteors first struck. She was at school at the time, in the library. She'd wedged herself into one of the shelves, so she wasn't harmed at all during the first few, bigger meteors. The library was connected to the school's cafeteria, so she could get food and water freely. When it was over, she realised that she was one of two survivors from the entire school, and that her family had been killed. Now she's trying to find her way to DC, seeing as there's nothing much else to do, with a stray dog she found, who she called Nim. She's witty, sarcastic, and doesn't really like to hang around other people. She's caring and nice under the right circumstances, but she almost always keeps her expression neutral. She always has a rifle with her, for self-defense. (She found the rifle in a ruined arms store; it was the last one in the store that still worked.)
Other: She's a scavenger; she takes whatever she wants whenever she wants.. But she doesn't like hurting people if she can help it.
Username: Cicadetta
Name: Emma Sayers
Age: 26
Description: Emma is a tall, slender, leggy young woman with long, dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. Pale skin, a Greek nose, and vaguely defined cheekbones suggest a mixed European heritage, though she claims mostly Irish lineage on her father's side.
Location at First Impact: Grocery shopping at Shaw's
Bio: Prior to the Storm (the name surviving Vermonters tended to use for the disaster), Emma worked as a clerk at a video store in downtown Montepelier, Vermont. This is the city in which she grew up, and where she'd been attending the local fine arts college in pursuit of a writing degree. In high school, she ran track, and she continued to run recreationally in college, though between classes and work, she'd cut back in recent years. It did mean that she was in decent shape when the Storm hit.
When the disaster struck, Emma, along with the employees of Shaw's and a few other shoppers, took shelter in the reinforced grocer's stockroom. They had plenty to eat, and only emerged from their haven when bottled water started to run low. It was then that they saw how devastated the rest of the store had become. By then, the Storm had calmed, and the Shaw's group divvied up whatever they could recover before dispersing.
After finding Montepelier in ruins, and most of the residents (including her family) killed, Emma wandered, scavenging and surviving as best she could. And after she discovered a solar-powered radio in a ruin, she found direction.
Other: In a sizeable backpack, Emma carries a small supply of food, a hunting knife, and a stash of notebooks and writing implements, intending to keep a journal of her experiences. She's not much of a fighter, but she's a good runner, which can count for a lot, especially when you're trying to stay off the radar.
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Username: Crazy-Franky101
Name: Natasha Isabella Knight
Age: 22
Description:
Location a First Impact: At home, while on the phone with her best friend.
Bio: (Personality, skills, what you did before the Meteors hit, what you did after they hit, what your goals are now) Natasha is a bit of a flirt, but when it comes down to it, is a total leader and can be dead serious if that's what it takes. She doesn't take any crap from anyone, that's why she was in the security business. Before the hit, she was anything from a bodyguard to a burglar alarm installer. Therefore, after everything "Calmed down", she was good to go int the weapons category. However, the problem was getting to the new "Capital" from where she was. She is now headed there in hopes of finding familiar faces from her home in Texas.
Other: Natasha has a tattoo of her full name spelled out in hieroglyphs on the back of her thigh.
Username: nekokid
Name: Adam Alexander
Age: 13
Description:
Location a First Impact: At his dads office
Bio:Adam was in his dad's small office back in Kansas City saying in his head that his dad and what he did was boring as hell when the meretoirs started to hit the city. His dad yelled at him to get underground fast as the building started to fall apart. The last time he saw him was when he was killed by a steel bar form the ceiling. he ran to the liberty momroaly under ground part of the museum of WWI were he stayed until it stopped raining. HE his now a very paronide kid who has a interest in melee weapons like knifes and swords.
Other: he always looks up after he enters a building and wont come in if it looks loose at all. Carry's a knife form the museum and a meat cleaver form a meat shop
Username: BlackNBlueRose
Name: Ezabella
Age: 10
Description:
Location a First Impact: Ezabella was at her dance practice, working on her dream when she was older. She was the only one that survived the shower, everyone else was trying to make sure that she was safe, since she was the youngest.
Bio: Ezabella is a really shy girl, the only time you will really see her personality is if she knows you really well or you are able to watch her dance.
She has been dancing since she could walk pretty much, everything in her life had to do with dancing.
But now since everything and everyone is gone, she is wandering. She is trying to find someone to help her, she doesn't know where to go or what exactly happened. she is defenseless and clueless, the perfect person to be a victim.
Username: Darkestofsouls
Name: "Mordecai" Micheal Kingston
Age: 30
Description: With dark Brown hair and A rifle on his back.
Location a First Impact: At home, in Harrisonburg, Virginia, waiting for his Ex-wife and daughter.
Bio: An Average man from Virginia, Micheal had always followed the rules. All that had gotten him was two dead end jobs, a divorce, and his vulture of a wife with custody of his little girl. When the Storm hit, he was waiting for his one month of custody. His wife, who didn't work, kept her for three months, then dropped her off with him for a month before taking her away again. He had wanted to have her every other month, but because of Alomony was forced into a second job. When the rocks hit, he took cover in his basement, but left the door unlocked, praying for them to make it to his house and join him. Near the end of the Storm, a massive rock punched all the way through, breaking into his basement and forcing him out. As he watched the storm die, his eyes fell to a car in his driveway. His wife's car, smashed in half. The only thing left of his daughter was the doll he had bought her when she was only 3. At that point, he decided that if it was the end of the world, he might as well do what he wanted. Years of following the rules had brought him nothing. Now, with no one to tell him otherwise, he could do as he pleased. First, he broke into a clothing store, the Storm still falling around him, though weakly, and stole his outfit. Then, he went across the mall to a weapons store, taking an impressive looking sword, some knives, and a spear. Finally, he stole a backpack and broke into the vending machines, taking everything in there.
That's when he met his first survivor. A young man of about 23, he was doing the same thing Micheal was. When the man pulled out a gun and demanded the backpack from Micheal, he stabbed him in the chest with the sword, then left him pinned to the ground, taking the gun instead of the sword. He walked to a gunshop, taking as much ammo as he could and shooting the man who owned the place, who was trapped under some rubble. At that point, he decided Micheal Kingston was dead, and took the name Mordecai, the first M name he came across while looting bodies for IDs. Finally, he joined a raider group, but wasn't very comfortable with some of the things they did, but the extra guns they had access to helped a lot.
Other: He's not going to be a raider for much longer, but he's got the experience and know their nature.
Username: Malice Name: Oliver Rowley Age: 27 Description: (the guy on the right) Location a First Impact: Getting off of an airplane in New York, NY. Bio: Hidden for Length.
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Snarky and sarcastic, but really a shy guy when not around his friends. A sadist at heart, he really is an asshole. He apparently used to be different, but none of his old friends are were of that.
Grew up in Norwich, and led a rather uninteresting life until his parents divorced when he was about twelve. It didn't surprise him much; they fought often, and his dad was a lousy cheater. As such, it didn't exactly effect him, and he continued on his way just as fine as before. He stayed with his mom, both because she was the nicer of the two and he wanted to be near his friends still. His father moved to London, where Oliver rarely saw him.
He soon befriended Robert, fellow divorced-parents kid and just generally awesome dude. They were friends through school, and soon Robert's friends became Oliver's friends. Oliver was a shy person, and before had been alone, but Robert coming into his life had changed that.
At 14, he met Marilyn Prideux, a new student. She was half British, with a French father. Within his first year of knowing her, he fell madly in love with her. After admitting this to Robert, he found that Robert was actually friends with Marilyn, and as quickly as he could got Robert to introduce him to her.
Within barely any time at all, they became a couple. A really cute one, at that. Not obnoxious and all PDA-ish, but the type of people that made you happy to see together. They were together throughout the school years and after. When he was 19 and finally had a stable job, his own place, he asked Marilyn to move in with him. Shortly after, he proposed. She accepted.
Things are going wonderfully. The marriage date is set, and everything is ready. In the midst of things, Marilyn ends up getting pregnant. It wasn't exactly planned, but they are both happy nonetheless. The marriage is moved up a bit, so as to be before the child is born. Only, that last statement is rendered wrong by the results of an ultrasound; twins. Something Oliver had always secretly wanted, and something that makes both of them very happy.
Wedding day. Everything is perfect. Sun in the sky, everyone's ready, except for Marilyn. The previous night, while trying on her dress, she had accidentally spilled some makeup on it, and had sent it for an emergency cleaning. She had said about two hours early that she needed to go pick it up, and would be maybe a little bit late. One hour passes after the scheduled time. Two hours.
At this point, expecting the worst, search parties are sent out. An anonymous police call comes in, reporting a car crash just outside of town. Everyone heads over to see if it is Marilyn.
It is.
She is severely wounded, but still alive. Through a haze of morphine, she is able to describe that she had swerved to avoid some drunken driver, and crashed through the railing and rolled six times, falling into a ditch. A concussion, smashed face, several bleeding spots across her stomach, chest and arms.
The babies are lost. Within the next week, Marilyn succumbs to her injuries and their infections, and dies.
Oliver is twenty years old.
After this incident, he went into a year-long depression, shutting out everyone. At some point, they gave up on him. Robert held out the longest, but eventually, he left too. Oliver lost his job. Quickly after that, his home. The support of his family.
At some point, something happened within his mind. He changed drastically from the shy, nice, quiet boy that he used to be. Cut off his old life, abandoned his family and friends, moved into London. Gained friends, of a kind. He's a constant partier, and just an asshole in general. He has a job, and a small apartment, which is often occupied by his so-called friends, most of whom are homeless.
When the meteors hit, he didn't too much care. He had tired of London, instead choosing to go to the place that would least remind him of home; New York seemed a good enough choice. And now? Well, he searched for the rest of those who had still managed to make it out alive. He was no longer in the city, instead roaming the countryside and quite a bit lost at the moment, but he thinks he might have ended up somewhere in Virginia.
Username: Darkestofsouls
Name: Sarah Wiseman
Age: 23
Description: The Girl
Location a First Impact: A mall in Ardmore, Oklahoma, with her boyfriend.
Bio: Sarah loved her boyfriend of a year and a half. She even hoped to marry, but that all changed when the sky fell. She had been in the mall with him when it started, and they took cover in the basement store house. When it was over, he and she, plus the few survivors with them, made their way up, and gathered what they could together. Then, they split it up and all went their separate ways. After a few month of aimless travel, Sarah began to get sick. She and boyfriend had an active sex life, but were both always careful until recently, as protection was a little hard to come by. Soon, she realised she was pregnant. Of course, her boyfriend was happy to stay with her, and she was happy to bring some life back into this world. It was about 7 months of travel when they finally found a working Radio. It told them of Capital, and her boyfriend knew that was where they needed to go.
However, this was cut short by, only a week ago, the raiders found them. They loved the idea of a child born into slavery. The start of a new era for them. Her boyfriend managed to get a nearby motorcycle to work, and drove them until the tank ran out. Unfortunately, they were caught when they slept. Since they had hidden themselves well when they slept, the raiders only found her boyfriend when they came, and demanded he tell them where he hid her. When he told them he led them off course, having her go around them, they shot him in the chest and left to try to track her down.
Once they were gone, she crawled out to speak to the father of her child, and her true love, one last time. She would go to capital, and try to survive, for him. If she could bring herself to leave him.
Other: 7 and a half months pregnant in the end of the world. She'll need a little extra help, and depending on how long the journey takes, she might end up delivering on the way.
Isaac grew up as the youngest of five brothers. They all were raised in the backwoods of northwestern Montana on their ranch which had been in the family for years. His father had been in the The United States Army Special Forces but once out got back to ranching. Their uncle who lived near by was also in the military, Army. Growing up the boys would often go on trips with either their father or uncle out in the woods and gained many survival skills that way. Isaac, more quiet and withdrawn always liked the aspect of tracking and using various methods to hide. Because of this fascination Isaac often would even go out in the wilderness alone and practice. Isaac, with the help of his father and uncle, became quite skilled at stealth and tracking (human/animal).
Isaac is a kind person at heart but it can be difficult getting past his shyness. He isn't good with words and often as a child got teased for saying weird things. After years of teasing for being awkward Isaac grew more and more withdrawn. Around his family he could talk easily but still preferred to let his brothers talk over him. He is very giving and never complains, often taking insult or injury and keeping it to himself.
Every year his family would take a trip to visit his grandfather in Tennessee and spend a few weeks there. They all happened to be at his grandfathers when the impact began. Luckily they all survived. Due to his grandfathers health they decided to stay put. Sadly a large raiding party learned of the rather generous supplies they had and raided. During the raid his father, grandfather and three of his brothers were killed trying to keep them safe. On the up side they successfully killed more than half the raiding party. His brother, his mother and himself were all badly beaten and raped before even getting thrown on the raiding truck. His mother lasted a week with the raiders before she managed to get a weapon and kill herself. His brother was sold for food rations to another raiding party and Isaac still has no idea where his brother is.
One night another raiding party attacked and during the attack Isaac managed to escape. He used his survival/stealth skills to keep away from further raiders and slavers. Knowing he could most likely not trust anyone he kept away from people in general. It was more random luck that he happened to learn of the city "Capital". Once he learned of it he wanted to have that hope that maybe, just maybe this place would be safe. From that point on he moved from shadow to shadow making his way to the new city.
He was in Virginia when he got once again by raiders, well more precisely a raider. Isaac being quite talented at hiding was a inwardly shocked when the gun was pulled on him. Often times he could be within inches of a person without them ever knowing he was there but perhaps this time his luck just run out. Hungry, Isaac had decided to go into an abandon town and look for some rations. He waited till night and kept the normal precautions but you can't be perfect all the time. Isaac had not even know the man was there. He had been in the shadows himself and eerily quite. The man had spotted him first and before Isaac knew it a gun was to his head.
Later he found out that the mans name was Mordecai and he became his slave.
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Username: musikfreakx
Name: Ava Vade (Ava for short)
Age: 18
Description:
Location a First Impact: Ava was in her family home when the meteors began to land. She survived by hiding in a basement, but she heard her family scream and die as the meteors landed in their New York home, as she was unable to save them. She saw their bodies as she left later, and that made her heart break and turn to stone.
Bio: Ava is tough on her exterior, and is very cautious about letting people in. She is trustworthy and loyal, but will get revenge if you dare to betray her. After you get past her hardened exterior and guard, she's sweet and caring, funny, and playful, but it has been a while since that side has came out. She lost her closest friend, her twin brother, and still cries for him when she is alone. She learned of the Capital after listening to a radio with a group of traveling survivors. Her only goal left is to make it there, not be killed, and maybe rebuild her life.
Other: Ava is an expert thief and is very stealthy. She's light and agile, and is a good liar when she needs to be. She has hidden daggers on her body and a gun she found in her home before she left.
Username: Dirt Man
Name: Ezekiel G. Foley
Age: 30
Description: Taller than average at a lanky 6'2", Ezekiel has made numerous attempts to assimilate himself to casual styles, in order to stand out no more than he has to. He had a clean shaven face and a well kept, short haircut ▬ before the meteor storm. Since then, his dark hair has been longer. He usually pushes it into a crest at the top of his forehead. Though he'd had a natural BMI in the 'old days,' stress made him lose weight, accentuating features like his dark and deep-set eyes and sharp chin. His hands as well are bony and calloused, and his knees and feet would seem the same, if they were ever seen.
Location a First Impact: Annapolis, Maryland
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Bio: Ezekiel was born and bred in Annapolis. His fascination with the State House gave him the early dream of becoming an architect. Yet, as he grew up, and teachers expressed their concerns about his mental capacity, his dream slowly regressed into a simple carpenter of peasantry. His parents regularly enforced this, and being open minded and very impressionable at his age, Ezekiel followed their idea of his dream.
As soon as he grew from childhood, he began to have two or three week periods of slight depression. But since each was followed by a period of unexpected happiness and energy, they attributed this to adolescence. These changes never ceased.
When he was happy, and working as an apprentice under a lesser-known carpenter, he met a beautiful young girl. They talked about how she should be an interior designer, and he an architect, for they both had the skill. Five months later, he proposed. There was nothing more important in his life, until Charles Nelson came along. The child was born into poverty, but had the charm of his mother and the good side of the energy of his father.
The years were measured in Charlie. When Charlie was one year old, Ezekiel's parents broke their silence which had been an effect of their son's hasty marriage. When Charlie was four, his mother became fed up with Ezekiel's mood swings, and moved in with the lawyer she worked as a gopher for. When Charlie was six, he visited his mother only every other week, because he didn't like the new baby; it didn't look like his daddy, it was fat. When Charlie was seven, Ezekiel accepted an offer to build on an empty lot in the outskirts of Annapolis where a budding company wanted to set up a modern yet classic corporate office. The project could take up to three years, they said. Ezekiel said he would have it done in two.
Charlie was eight. The building Ezekiel had designed from the ground up was being built, almost a third of the way done. That year marked the end of the 'old days.'
During the shower, the Ezekiel's building was destroyed. Charles was at his mother's newest house, a few blocks away. Thus, Ezekiel was one of the very first ▬ in Maryland, at least ▬ to venture from the house and walk down the ruined streets to find his son. When he found the house empty, he became petrified and manic. He turned the house inside out looking for the eight-year old.
For the next few weeks, Ezekiel tirelessly searched the area where he lived, though nothing seemed like home. He found bodies and belongings, but never those he wanted, until his own supplies began running out. He was in the middle of ransacking yet another one of the vacant homes when a new group of Raiders found the same house he had scavenged from. Their leader complimented Ezekiel's work in a crude, obscure way, leading to his spur of the moment decision that he would follow the pack out of the city, to Baltimore and beyond.
1) Respect other players- That means no GodModding
(Example: Player 1- I sneak up to Player 2 and stab him in his sleep) - This is God Modding. Everyone should get some chance to do what they want, and NO player should EVER kill another player. Why? You're all supposed to be on the same team, and it's not fair to the player getting killed. Now, with that in mind....
2) Stay within character- Everyone is a normal person, so no one should have super powers. This doesn't mean you can't be awesome or something, but killing 100 guys with guns with nothing but your fists won't work. You'll just get dead. That being said, I will not kill any player who doesn't want it or didn't deserve it (see above example). The rest of the rules are a little nicer.
3) No One-liners- You don't need to write me a short story every time you post, but at least explain where your character is and what he's doing if he's just talking. Also, please try to use at least some grammar. I'm not perfect, but at the very least use the spell check tool on Firefox (or download the Optional Internet Explorer one if you can). I know some people only do these from computers where they don't have access to that (libraries, for example) but at least most of you should be able too.
Good Example: Marcus leaned against the wall and looked around. "With a little fixing up, this place would do nicely." He smiled at Kevin, raising an eyebrow to see what he though.
Bad Example: Ye said kevin I suppose it would be.
4) Please don't quit- If you no longer want to play, we have plenty of ways to get rid of your character (it's the apocalypse, after all) I can kill them off, or have them vanish or get dragged into the desert or forced to flee from the group or something, and we can continue without you. However, if you can not post at least once a day, it really holds up the rest of the players. I understand when people's computers break, or they have to move. We can forgive you for that, but if you go a month with no explanation and no post, we will move on without you.
5) Have fun- While I have laid out a lot of rules, this is just to make things more enjoyable for everyone. The main goal is to have fun here, so try as much as you can, ok? Now, get out there, and do your stuff!
Ok, I am making my character sheet now, and we have one more confirmed. does everyone want to meet up and travel in one big group, or a few small group?
((Cool :D Not quite yet. I am just waiting for a few quick replies, then I will post the last character sheets and split everyone into groups, if that's ok. You all probably won't know each other yet, unless you want to, but will meet your group pretty quickly after your first posts))
((LOL :XD Almost. We'll be starting today, I'm nearly done with the last of the preparation. Fading, I need to know what State you're from. Forgot to bring that up when you gave it to me. As thing for you, BlacknBlueRose.))
I might not be on much until next Tuesday or Wednesday though, going home for the weekend (and Monday + most of Tuesday) so I probably won't have much chance to get on the comp. :sweat:))
((Ahh...um. Let's see...Texas? Only state I'm familiar with >_>;))
((I'm only familiar with Vermont insofar as I've been there twice. But that didn't stop me! ;) That is what internet research is for. Well... Wikipedia, anyway. :sweat:))
((Sorry we haven't started yet. One other person is taking longer then expected on their CS, so we should start tomorrow. Also, teams are set, when we're ready to go.))
((Sorry for the delay, all. Once Malice gets back to me, we'll start. Actually, we'll start monday, as I have a busy day tomorrow. I'm going to WRESTLEMANIA!!!))
oh my gosh I wasn't able to get on for a while and I was scared that you guys have already started.... This is the one time that the delay to start is a good thing, in my case at least.
((Ok, we're ready to start! Here is the party list! As I was expecting one more, but he will no longer be joining us, I'll be putting a character into each group. That means that, if you include me in each team, they are...
Fading, Crazy-Franky, Malice, musikfreakx
Wolf-Elf-Child, Cicadetta
BlackNBlueRose, nekokid, Chikuma
I will introduce my other characters [my main one will be in BlackNBlue and neko's party] once your groups have met up, to give me a little time to make them. For now...))
Mordecai looked at the slowly rising sun in the distance. It would be a while yet before it broke the horizon, and he had a long day ahead of him. The Raiders of which he belonged to, who still, after a year, hadn't settled on a name, expected him to return with at least one prisoner. Most of the people we caught out here were turned into slave labor, and he'd brought back one or two. Now, however, it was getting harder to find people. Not that there was a shortage, or anything. They were all just armed now.
He sighed at the yellow-blue touch that kissed the sky, and then pulled out a scavenged pack of cigarettes. He drew out one, and a match, but he looked off towards the sky and casually wish today would be a little different from normal before he lit it. He looked back over his shoulder at the man behind him. Isaac had been his slave for only two months, but he was already attached to the young man as much as Isaac was acclimated to his new roll. "Want one, there, Issac? Might be the last time we break before nightfall." He pushed a Cigarette out with his fingers, waiting to see if he would take it. He never drove him to hard, but he usually never did anything he could just let Isaac do for him instead. It was nice to finally be in charge of someone after taking all that crap for years.
He had been a lucky catch. Mordecai had happened across him as he was looking for food. He snuck up on him, then put the spear to his back and the gun to his head. When he dragged him back to camp, he assumed that was the end of it until he had started helping him around the camp. Soon, it became clear the others though he was his personal slave, so Mordecai took him in as such. He had decided against a personal brand, however, as Isaac had already been branded with the Raider's seal, two Serpents climbing up a sword. Now, he brought him just about everywhere.
He brought his mind back to the present as he watch him, a slight smile on him face.
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