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| 17 Mar 2016 10:14 PM |
[The Survivors]
Area unknown.
You never know how much your life can change in a split second, from you being whoever the hell you were before the crash into survivor, trying to cling onto the creaking branch that is your life.
Two Weeks Ago
Everyone started onto the plane, light bounces in their steps full of excitement. They were finally out of College, which now means they are onto the life that they were waiting for, one full of excitement one full of wonder, unaware of what laid next.
They made it into their seats just as the plane started down the runway, why oh why didn't I listen to the News.
4 hours later
The sound of thunder cackled in the far distance, and a light rain started pattering on the planes roof and windows. The Captain's voice spoke through the planes intercoms. "We are just now getting word of a tropical depression heading our way. If you may, all passengers fasten your seat-belts, we are fixing to hit some minor turbulence."
Just a little less than two minutes after the Captain spoke, the plane started to shake wildly. Thunder cackled in the distance like laughter, and rainfall now appeared as that of a waterfall, slamming itself onto the plane.
In the planes tail-section, there was the faint sound of metal starting to tear. The Captian's came on the speaker one last time, talking in a sadistic tune. "We are all going to-"
[quote]"Then the screaming started" -Alexander Edwinn Maxwell[/quote]
Before the Captian could finish speaking, an indescribable sound emitted from the back of the plane. The back of plane was splitting apart, which caused electric sparks to fly around the frightened passengers. Screams became just mere emotions as the tail-section finally gave way to the sky, replaced only by the sole sound of the wind.
Then, even that became quiet..
[We will start in the plane, which is currently just above the oceans surface.]
[Survival System]
In The Survivors, survival is the main attraction.
This world is very like our own, you have to
Eat Seep Drink Worry about Infections Sicknesses Temperature
[C.S]
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: (Include Clothing) Biography: Skillset
[Rules]
1.) No Gary/Mary Sues
2.) Minimum of 3 sentences each post
3.) Try to be active?
4.) Keep it realistic
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Mohd759
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| 18 Mar 2016 02:47 AM |
Name: Mohd Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: (Include Clothing) Wears a torn apart kit of his own Biography: He used to be a football player, he was going on the plane to go to the country where he was going to play his next match. He was happy and ignored the news report. Skillset: Cares about people, is strong, and knows something about survival, and he never, and i mean NEVER, leaves anybody behind.
~GOOOOOOLAAAZOOO~ |
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| 18 Mar 2016 08:44 PM |
| dayum, i posted this at 5:30, ew |
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RykerHale
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| 18 Mar 2016 08:54 PM |
Is this an ISRP
"I remember when I was the Hero" | "Ryker Hale and Alice Ryker. The God Damn Dream Team" | "Cthulhu For President 2k16" | [ Account Used By Ryker and Alice] |
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man1912
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| 18 Mar 2016 10:36 PM |
Name: Nikolai Derp Age: 23 Gender: Attack Chopper (jk) (Serious now) Male Appearance: Coonskin cap w/ Polish flag on it, unnatural (born with it) blue hair, blue eyes, red jacket, white military-grade pants, and a black lether belt with an empty bag on it. Personality: Lacks intelligence, cracks random jokes, intentionally or unintentionally on whatever is happening (litteraly won't care, even if he is bleeding out), Doesn't care about physical appearance or smell. However, at the darkest and wörst of times, he can be vigilant and have a very keen survival instinct. Biography: Born and raised in Poland. He joined the polish military when he was allowed to. His carrer got more better and better every day until he got shot in the leg by a jellous guy. The injury was "super duper" bad so he couldn't be in the military. He removed the bullet himself, as it wasn't actually a big deal after all. The bullet didn't even go through 0.2 cetemeters through the skin (smh what kind of gun was that? I can't beleave someone actually wasted there money on that I mean like, come on?! Not even 0.2 cetemeters?!) he wanted to rejoin the military, but thought he was gonna go through crap like paperwork, etc. so he became a mercanery. That didn't go out well. What his fate was or any record of him is unknown. He also hates monkeys and being on fire.
Skillset.
Loves/good with shotguns of any kind
Loves/good with Poland-originated weapons, gives him nostalgia
Ironically loves and is good with Russian originated weapons
In bad times is very instincts and knows what exactly to do
Can endure lots of pain
Sometimes possibly doesn't even feel pain, helping him AND putting him in danger!
Good aim when not thirsty
Doesn't eat at much food, although he drinks a lot
Resistant to radiation
Feels 7x more powerful with large meele weapons, so he is 7x more efficient with large meele weapons.
Reach for Juggernog tonight! |
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| 18 Mar 2016 11:12 PM |
[Hello. Just so you know, this will be my first forum role-play. I've only ever role-played on group walls, so please forgive me if I misuse any terminology or if my skills seem inadequate for our purposes.]
Name: Winifred (Winni) Tarver
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Winni is a petite mechanic with a big heart and a big smile. Her optimism matches her shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes, which, to some, may appear child-like in their enthusiasm. She wears a sturdy pair of scuffed, brown leather boots, an equally scuffed jacket of the same material, jeans, and a simple, grime-smudged tee shirt along with a colorful bandanna to keep her hair back.
Biography: She graduated college by skipping many grades in primary school, and dual-enrolling as a high schooler. As a result, she graduated with a major in engineering very early, and works as an airplane mechanic. Though she is approachable, she has never once stepped out of her busy ambitions to solidly connect with other people. A client at the plane's destination flew her out so she could look at one of his models, but the plane will never reach its' destination. Lured by the prospect of a paycheck, Winni agreed to go.
Skill set: As mentioned before, Winni is a formally trained mechanic, although she lacks the experience of a seasoned one. She is petite, and though she is strong for her size, she will not be able to compete with anything or anyone larger than she is. Otherwise, she is an ear to hear with and a shoulder to cry on. |
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Trudo
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| 19 Mar 2016 01:18 AM |
Name: Matt Bylin Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: Matt wears a long brown leather trench coat. He wears it almost constantly. Underneath is what appears to be chain-mail plating which many easily dismiss as fake and deem Matt a crazy fanatic of the olden days. Matt is fair skinned and has ruffled brown hair which isn't too long. Along with that he has green eyes and a nice smile that will provide hope to those longing for it. Matt is fairly built for his age, not too muscular yet not out of shape. He's short standing in at 5'7". At his feet he has simple brown boots which conceal a tiny dagger within a hidden compartment. Matt also holds on to several beloved knick-knacks which he keeps hidden within the many pockets of his coat.
Biography: Not much is known about Matt, as he likes to remain secretive about his past. He doesn't like to make friends too much because the outcome is always the same. Matt however has revealed that he was an orphan for quite some time until he was eventually adopted by a wealthy parent. He lives life to the fullest relaxing and being at peace with nature. He was born in someplace near England, yet hates visits to there. Matt however is not afraid to flaunt his intriguing assets.
Skillset:
Swordsman: Matt has dedicated a portion of his life to mastering the art of a sword, while he doesn't always carry one, it is a handy ability for him to have.
Climbing: Ever since he was a child, he had to run from the authorities granting him good escapes and jukes in order not to be caught in the harsh world.
Cooking/Leading: Matt learned to cook once adopted, and knows how to make an array of peasantry dishes. He also takes up leading quite nicely with his overall fierce and confident attitude in protecting what he thinks is right.
Bravery: While not really considered a skill, it is a dominant attribute that Matt holds. As a child Matt was living in fear. As he grew older and more confident in his abilities he eventually became more brave. He will often use himself as a shield to protect allies or anyone he cares for, not caring to much for his fate. |
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Mohd759
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| 19 Mar 2016 03:08 AM |
*The plane is about to hit the water*
"HOOOOOOLYYYY CRAAAAAAAAPAPPPP" *Everyone's screaming and shouting*
~GOOOOOOLAAAZOOO~ |
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riftg
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| 19 Mar 2016 04:07 AM |
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@Mohd759 You know who. When was he? I think Skillset: Cares about people, is a lot of things. What kind of food do you like? jk I don't mean it
RiftG never sleeps |
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riftg
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| 19 Mar 2016 04:54 AM |
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@silverhawk352 You have a way of putting others at ease. jk I don't mean it
RiftG never sleeps |
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| 19 Mar 2016 02:10 PM |
| [May we begin the role-play soon?] |
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man1912
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| 19 Mar 2016 03:53 PM |
Can we begin? This is my first forum role play.
Reach for Juggernog tonight! |
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| 19 Mar 2016 06:27 PM |
Spotted and trudo accepted. @man, your character is what we can a gary/mary Stue, too op in my opinion!
Also, we'll begin as soon as I post the intro. |
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man1912
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| 19 Mar 2016 06:30 PM |
How is it too "OP?"
Reach for Juggernog tonight! |
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| 19 Mar 2016 06:33 PM |
The plane hit the water as of hitting a brick wall, killing most of the people in the plane, including the Pilot and Co-Pilot. A few lucky souls survived however, and you lot were a few of them.
The plane, now just barely above the water, is sinking, you can either wake up now, or be lost to the depth's of the Pacific Ocean, let us begin! |
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| 19 Mar 2016 06:34 PM |
| @Man, got shot by bullet, went .03 centimeters in, can't feel pain sometimes, etc. |
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man1912
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| 19 Mar 2016 06:40 PM |
The gun he was shot with was litteraly crap
His skin itself is actually quite weak
Oh yea i forgot to mention he may be dr.unk at times, and that's when he doesn't feel pain
(I was typing on mobile and I forgot to add the dr.unk thing)
Bonus: has crap aim when is dr.unk
Sometimes might bring an unnessacery amount of wine with him in his backpack and bag on belt
(Is that better?)
Reach for Juggernog tonight! |
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Shaddap24
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| 19 Mar 2016 06:44 PM |
| ####:#########:##########:################: ######## ########## ##### with ###### , Cheap jacket , Scurvy ##################:#### Was born in the Island Of California , Where he was ###### a Mad ############# past is set. Now for the ##### he will make!########## Knife ######## , ###### , ######## |
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| 19 Mar 2016 07:17 PM |
| Winni had never liked roller coasters, but this was a hundred times more terrifying. For one thing, she couldn't console herself with a chocolate bar while the sea filtered in through the plane's busted nose in its haste to occupy the fuselage. She didn't comprehend the souls around her as she mechanically unbuckled herself from the seat, tugging the seat cushion up. As the safety card in the seat pocket in front of her indicated, she could use it as a floatation device while the wreckage continued to sink. |
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Trudo
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| 20 Mar 2016 12:14 AM |
Matt
I knew I should've never gotten on this metal bird. I collect my stuff that had scattered in the now sea-soaked floor of the plane. I chuckle a bit thinking to myself how I'm still alive. I get up and get ready for the cold embrace with the water. As the plane sinks a couple inches further, I make sure everything is secure and step in gently. I slowly acclimate to the temperature of the water and then I make my way out of the plane into the openness of the ocean. I look for other survivors. Over the sound of the wreckage I manage to yell out "IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?"
(I feel like this is going to turn into Bioshock..PLANE CRASH...OCEAN....RAIN...HMMMMMMMMMMM) |
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| 20 Mar 2016 08:12 PM |
| Freezing from the ocean, Winni soon noticed how vast the expanse of water really was. Hanging onto her lone cushion by the loops with a vice-like grip, she braved the toss of the waves, which crashed on top of her with agonizing force. She felt so small, the weight of all of those lost lives down below brought tears to her eyes. Then, she heard it. Another living, breathing human being, but she couldn't decipher all of the words. "Here! I'm here! Help!" She gasped, kicking her legs in an attempt to rebel against the liquid prison. She wasn't the last one! |
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Trudo
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| 20 Mar 2016 10:20 PM |
Matt
I can faintly hear the reply from the other side of the now almost completely submerged plane. I grab on to a piece of debris-- a panel from the wing-- I swim toward the woman. On the way there I look for others. So far none that I can see. How did this even happen..? How did-- enough questions. We have to find somewhere dry or somewhere we can build a fire. We won't last long here. I finally make it to the woman. "Hello?" I say moderately loud, the plane sinking and the waves make it hard to hear. "Are you ok?" She looks as if she was struggling a bit more than I was. "Are there any others?" |
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